CHAPTER TEN
Prince Ranaan’s attendants would not come near him. No one would except for the chamberlain. Byramm stood in the royal audience chamber, trying desperately to sort through the actions of the young prince. Why would he kill his own brother? And worse, why would he give more reason for Oakvalor to continue the war with them? Prince Ranaan strode into the chamber and sat upon the throne that had long been his father’s.
“My Prince,” Byramm began. Ranaan looked to him and held his hand up, silencing the chamberlain. “Am I not king?” he asked. “Yes, my lord, but there is the ceremony to make it official. Plans must be made to”
“I am king,” Ranaan interrupted, his tone ending the argument. “I do not need a ceremony to make it so. Call for my generals.” Byramm shifted uncomfortably.
