CHAPTER 36 - ERYS
“Aren’t you going to talk to your brother?” Vyseri spoke from the other cell. Erys pursed his wounded lips as he leaned on the wall, hugging his knees. He couldn’t speak with him. He couldn’t even look at his eyes for two seconds. Hatred overwhelmed his despair the moment he knew Vyseri was the one still alive—not his father. All of these conflicts and deaths started because of his foolish brother. He wanted to yell and blame Vyseri for what he did. But he couldn’t find his voice—only that memory he found instead. Erys, seated on the dragon throne, was trying to listen to the petitions of his brethren. But his thoughts were still off, clouded because of what happened to his father. King Sevyrion’s death ceremony had passed a few weeks ago, but Erys couldn’t stop thinking about him. He
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