Seeing how things might unfold, Clan Leader Owen clenched his fist under the table. No, his grandson should be the Crown Prince. He would not let a newcomer steal that chance!
He stood from his seat, "Your Majesty, apologies if I sound rude, but are you sure that the boy is your son?!" Owen's loud voice echoed in the assembly hall. He walked towards Ely and Ezekiel, looking down on them. He then stared at the boy to try and intimidate him, but there were no signs of fear.
The boy was just like his fearless rebel father who cut off Owen's left arm!
Actually, in the child's mind, he was fascinated as it was his first time seeing someone with only one arm. What could have happened to the man in front of him? Ezekiel wondered if a dragon bit his arm.
Ezekiel staring straight at him only made the Pho Clan's Clan Leader grit his teeth in anger. He faced the officials and yelled, "I do not believe he's His Majesty's son! Perhaps this boy's father is-"
