|| KAI VAUGHN's POV ||
The invitation from my father, the former king, stirred a tempest of emotions within me, a maelstrom of anger and unresolved grievances that had lingered for years. The moonlit night hung heavy with anticipation as I made my way to the designated meeting place. Shadows clung to the corners of my thoughts, and the echoes of the past reverberated with every step.
As I approached, my father stood in the moonlit clearing, a figure from my tumultuous history. His features, weathered by time and the weight of the crown he had once worn, held a veneer of authority that rankled against the currents of my defiance.
"Kai," he uttered, a measured acknowledgment of the son he had long been estranged from.
I met his gaze with a fire that burned in the depths of my eyes. "What
