Michael looked at his father and the smirk on his face. It seemed that he was up to something again.
He had the same expression Michael already knew from before. At least, his father hadn't changed that part of his personality. Though it was not a good thing.
Everyone knew when he was ready to give a lesson to someone, and in this case, it would be one of his own children.
Martin, one of the eldest sons, the seventh, was the one in front of him. It was said that he was the most cunning of all. There were rumors of the secret alliances he had formed with other clans. Though it was impossible to prove it.
Michael didn't know his seventh brother that well, he had barely spoken to him a few times in so many years of life. He remembered him visiting his mother before she died, although he didn't know why. They were plotting something in secret from his father. Michael didn't know what it was in the end.
