Chapter 27
340 Words
Raedon
My lips curled into a sneer as I pressed my ear against the heavy oak door, the scent of aged wood and beeswax filling my nostrils. Kyros's voice, thick with emotion, cracked as he spoke. My fingers tightened around the dagger concealed beneath my robes, the point digging painfully into my palm. I could hear the Queen's muffled sobs from within, each one a fresh insult.
She weeps for that traitor Kaelen, I thought bitterly, but never for me.
She was weak, a pathetic excuse for a Queen. But hearing her weep over her traitorous son, hearing her so quickly dismiss my claims, only confirmed my suspicions. She didn't care about me. Never had. Not when my magic manifested differently, not when I spent years honing my lightning, surpassing my brothers in skill.
No, her attention was always focused on Kyros and Kaelen, the favored sons, the ones who had inherited her cursed fire magic. I thought she just had no more love after Kyros was born, thought that her heart couldn’t give out anymore, but then Kaelen was born. She loved him so, so much and hated me. The moment my father's lightning abilities manifested, she practically shoved me into his arms, leaving me to the harsh tutelage of a man who saw weakness as a disease to be eradicated.
I straightened, my gaze hardening. I drew the dagger from beneath my robes, the cool steel comfort in my hand. I would not be ignored. I would not be cast aside. I would prove myself worthy, even if it meant destroying those who stood in my path. I would claim the throne of Eloria, and I would make the Tenebrian fae pay for their treachery.
My family would be the first to learn their lesson. And when I was King, I would show no mercy, no compassion. I would rule with an iron fist, and the dungeons of Eloria would overflow with those who dared defy me. My name would be whispered in fear throughout the realms.
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