"I didn't think you were actually mad enough to do it," Serge continued, his voice a fierce whisper. "I thought it was just the ravings of a lunatic."
"Father, I had no part in—"
"I'll strip you of your inheritance."
"…!"
For the first time, Karl's face faltered. Serge jabbed a finger at him, voice rising in anger.
"Did you really think you could remain my heir after pulling a stunt like this?"
"The territory is safe, Father. The dragons aren't going to attack…"
"Silence! Do you think you're some kind of god? You can't control every variable!"
Serge knew Karl must have employed some method to lure the dragons here, though he had no idea what it was. But he did know one thing for certain.
'If controlling dragons were so simple, anyone could do it.'
