Louis's gaze fixed on the Primarch, the man seated in the center of the chamber like an immovable stone, his presence heavy with authority. The sight of him sent a surge of anger coursing through Louis's veins. This man, who was meant to anoint the next king, was sitting among those who sought to dethrone the rightful rulers, conspiring with the traitors.
The lords who had gathered in this grand hall, their faces lined with ambition and greed, all stood in silent defiance, their private guards looming behind them like shadows, swords and spears at the ready
What were two men—William and Louis—against this sea of enemies? They thought themselves invincible, untouchable. But Louis felt the simmering heat of his uncle's rage beside him—none of these men would leave unscathed.
