Reginald had been pampered by Thorne since childhood, shielded from every consequence. That indulgence had shaped him—his arrogance, his greed—and ultimately, his downfall. In the end… he got exactly what he deserved.
I raised my hand calmly. “Someone, take Reginald’s body and bury him properly.”
The soldiers moved immediately, respectful and precise. A few moments later, they lifted his lifeless form and carried it away.
I stepped closer to Howard, noticing the way his shoulders trembled, grief weighing him down like iron.
“Dad… don’t be sad,” I said softly. “Reginald brought this upon himself.”
Howard exhaled, a slow, painful sound. “I know… but he was still my younger brother. No matter what he did, watching him die like that… it hurts.”
I nodded, silent. That kindness of his—that
