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"Father," Cass whispered defeatedly as he sat on the floor next to the king's seat. He was at his wit's end this time and didn't have anything to do.
He wasn't sure what the world would look like now, especially because Alanor was busy, Delbert turned out to be Alanor's brother and his mate was still a wuss, who was probably waiting for the right time to take over the throne.
It was chaotic and frankly, Cass knew he has not subscribed to all of this. This wasn't it for him.
"Please don't leave me too," the prince whispered in defeat as he looked at the seat that was meant for him. The pavilion had three seats.
One for the king, one for the queen, and the other for the heir.
Nour looked at his seat, the one he had never sat on, and wondered if there was a reason for this too. He had grown up being told that everything had a purpose, but was his purpose to watch everyone he loved disappear or even die?
