Hera smiled, feeling proud of her son's ambitious nature. This kind of drive was what made great kings. The kind of kings that would go on to conquer more grounds and amass lots of power for themselves. That was the dream she had for Kane and Hera was pleased he was capable of achieving it. She smiled as she walked toward him, closing the distance between them.
"I like what I hear, Son," she said, placing a hand on one of his shoulders. "You would make a great and powerful king."
Kane nodded as he shrugged her hand off and walked out of her chambers.
On his way out, he was met by Sir Clifford. Kane frowned. Tyrian had told him some things he needed to know about Clifford's stance on who would be the next king of Transmere. So, Kane didn't feel the need to accord the noble any respect. He passed him. Almost brushing the old vampire's shoulder.
