"Oh, so now we care about him, because he happened to be a long lost Prince? When it doesn't change anything, it doesn't change the fact that he killed my father." Estelle's cold voice silenced everyone as if with magic, the bitterness and the sarcasm on her voice not hiding the hatred she felt inside for Victor. Which contrasted the fact that she couldn't keep her eyes off him. "Or that my dear brother here went f*****g my stepmother behind my father's back." Arthmael closed his eyes almost in pain, his jaw clenched tight. This was definitely not the way he wanted for the whole crowd to find out that he was Robert's son. Not that there was any way to make this sound better, but to put it in one sentence with his supposed stepmother made it sound even worse than it was. He hadn't known E

