Nonetheless, it owed to one man that they didn't lose most.
The people of Egradon might never know that the widely loathed Prince of death had their fate by those same vicious hands they feared.
People tended to fear what they couldn't understand and it was the same predicament between the people of Edragon and Prince Derek.
The dread they held for their crown Prince wasn't owed to the rumors only, they had also all been witnesses to the bloodshed his wrath could exert, and what was more, the monarchial family was guarded against him.
If the head of their state would take great caution against his own son_ exiling him right from his birth_ then how could they not?
They were even more wary.
"Heavens! It's the Prince of death."
"He must be responsible for the midnight assassinations."
"I suspected so too."
"The emperor must surely know. Why else has he been summoned to the capital?"
