Elder Marcos pov.
I’d wanted power for as long as I could remember, and I didn’t care what I had to do to get it. My father crowned my younger brother king instead of me, even though I was the firstborn. He said I wasn’t fit for the throne and left it at that. I hated every second of watching my brother sit on that seat while I played second-in-command.
As long as my father was alive, I knew I’d never get what I wanted. So I fixed that problem. I sent a couple of assassins to take him out during his usual morning run. They did the job clean, and no one ever found them.
Five years later, I took care of my brother too. But the bastard had one last trick. With his dying breath, he passed all his powers and the title of king to my nephew, Zorvath.
I was pissed, Zorvath turned out to be a t
