Dareth looked at King Almond; he slowly smiled as he walked out of his seat. His gaze darted at Commander Rael, who hadn't touched his food and his wine, then slowly went to Kael, who almost looked like he was going to hide behind Rael.
"Why don't we talk about the pending fight between my son and Kael?" he said with a smirk, his hand adjusting his regalia.
"That is my work as a king. The last time I checked, you don't have a day in that!" Almond barked, his hand slightly hitting the cup on his table.
The wine spilled, soaking the white clothes and changing their color.
"It is now. Now that Zeuxis is my son. I believe I have a say in the matter as his father." Dareth said again.
The hall went into a frenzy mode with each of them wondering and looking at themselves.
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