I bit my lip, trying to stop myself from speaking out about the atrocities Seth was once again trying to commit. I was getting tired of sitting beside him while he did this. It hurt my heart, and not just because of the pain he was causing.
He hadn"t always been like this. Early in our existence, he"d been sweet and kind. But seeing his brother"s rise to true greatness had changed him. He"d no longer been the same person, and as the centuries passed, he"d become more bitter and twisted, and taken it out on the people around him.
I wasn"t sure I"d be able to take it much longer.
"Your thoughts are showing, Your Eminence," one of the slaves said as she leaned in and poured me some wine.
I glanced at her face, readying myself to reprimand her for speaking out of turn, and insinuating that
