The prince of Eli'ak paced his guest chambers with his hands folded behind his back; the corner of his bottom lip raw from how much his nerves had him chewing and picking at it all morning.
His mother was missing. Gone without a trace. Katherine had been a firm believer in never sharing her intentions and plans with her children. She'd constantly remind him telling plans and secrets were dangerous. The more the ones you cared about knew, the more their lives were at risk. But it pissed him off.
Sam was the heir. Next in line should his father die. He wasn't a child anymore, and he despised how she kept acting as though he were.
Jezmerine wasn't just her responsibility. Sam was her older brother. Her death had been on his hands. He should've been the one crossing countries and sea's and adventuring into the unknown to find a way to bring her back from the hands of death.
