"You are lying! You are just trying to manipulate me so that I turn on Howard and you can have that bloody sword!"
Lancelot bellowed, his body fully turned in his seated posture on the bed to face King Wallace. His feet were now dangling from the ground. His hazel somewhat stormy eyes bore through Wallace's misty ones. He knew that Howard was the only one who could get the sword but he wasn't sure why. His eavesdropping skill had taught him quite a lot. Either way, he did not believe Wallace, he just couldn't. But he was also his father's son, why was Howard the only one who could retrieve the sword?
King Wallace registered the doubt in Lancelot's eyes, he did not believe him.
"Please... I beg you, tell me that you are lying to me and that King Julian was my father." This ha
