Chapter 32
ALISTAIR
I was sitting with my father and cousin for far too long, listening to all their nonsense about how much fun all of us would have tomorrow slaughtering the witches. Again. Both of them were turning the conversation in ways to mention Ryn again and again and both of them were fishing for my reactions. I gave them none. I knew too well that I couldn't win in that game. If I'd get angry, they would say that I was unfit to become a ruler. If I'd indulge in the discussion, they'd say that I was gossiping like a woman and… not fit to become a ruler. Screw that.
Honestly, if Thor wasn't looking like the spitting image of his late father, I would think that he was a bastard son of mine. That would make so much sense considering how alike the two of them are. So alike
