Viktor glared at his oldest. He was going to shred him into pieces and then some more. "We will meet tomorrow at this time!"
Lazarus bowed to him. "I will wait for you, King Viktor." He didn't say "father" because it was the king who had accepted his challenge and not his father.
The king glowered at the remaining people who were on his side in a menacing way. He got down from the dais and stormed back to the palace. In less than an hour, he had lost all his allies in his sons and the only son who believed in him, Anton, wasn't present. Well, it was high time he showed his real power to his son.
Lazarus let out a ragged breath when his father had gone. He noticed that all the courtiers too silently left the field. He was sure that none of them wanted to take sides, but given a chance they would take his father's side. And the reason was that they believed that the necklace he was wearing would save him.
