“That is too short.” Everyone turned to her immediately. “I should have been here earlier. I am sorry, Father. I arrived late.”
“You are here now, Child.”
The White King spoke on about how he couldn't wait to crush the hope of the Rebellion and the false prophecy that they were abiding by to trick themselves into believing the Heir was a saviour.
“There is only one true prophecy, the one the stones carry. He is their death and only you can save us all. You will save us all from him and from every evil that wants to befall our Realm.” Then he pulled out Jyris's sword and handed it to her as some warriors brought in Xida and forced her to her knees in front of the King’s daughter.
“You shall begin with this one.”
“No! You cannot do this! Create your warriors and save me, Lady Belladonna!” Xida screamed.
There was no familiarity in those blue eyes.
“Violence is not—” The King’s daughter began to speak but the White King stopped her.
“Do it for Father.”
