Ryze stomped to his quarters still fuming. A joke? He didn't think so. It was clear Morte wanted the throne. They all did but only the capable one had a right to it. Only he had gathered enough courage to kill Lumino and take it. That bastard hadn't done anything. Instead he'd sat in his quarters, claiming he wasn't going to pick a side. Which had him wondering why. Like he'd threatened, he could have swooped in last minute and killed him too. Why hadn't he done it? What was he waiting for? Had he overlooked something?
Phoenixes were divided into clans, with a leader for each clan. They all came together to support a king. As long as one had an heir, his position was secure. Ryze had many wives but he was yet to have a child. However, he didn't think the clan leaders would support Morte.
