"He will have to kill me first, or burn the whole city to get him. I'm not giving him my son" said Leoric, with a frown look on his face and then he turned to slaves who were sent to deliver this news to him. "Tell him that he is not getting anything, he should go back where he came from"
Aryan sighed softly, she had forgotten how stubborn her partner was and that his ego was the size of elephant. "If he wants his nephew, then just give him up. It's not like he will hurt him" she said to Leoric.
"Do you hear yourself, Your Grace? You want me to give up my only son?"
"You will not be giving him up, he will be taken to his mother, he will be safe"
"His mother?" Leoric chuckled softly then reached out for his well-done braids which fell effortlessly behind his back, it was Lysene who fixed his hairs. "Aeryn hates my guts and she did this intentionally, this is all her… she is trying to punish me, can't you see that?"
