Edmund was surprised that his plan had worked. But above all, he was happy to see the horrified look on the faces of his younger brother and their father.
"It's been a while, Lucian. You've doubled in size since the last time we met." Edmund remarked as he steadily walked towards Lucian who didn't say a word or make a move. He wanted his father to be the one to make a move first, but when it seemed like the king was too bamboozled to speak, he made his first move by handing Rosaline over to a guard who was on standby.
"You street rat! How dare you enter this place without an invite!" King Wallace thundered, marching forward to stand in-between his oldest son and his youngest.
Edmund's lips curled into a cold smile as he continued to approach, his eyes never leaving Lucian's. "Street rat? Is that what you call me now, Father?" His voice dripped with disdain and unrestrained sarcasm. "I suppose that's an improvement from 'disgrace' or 'failure.'"
