Cain sat in the backseat, and Ravon drove like usual, recalling the fuss his uncle, Lord Eldric, had made when he had gone out without taking Ravon, his uncle's favorite spy, with him.
Cain fixed his gaze on him for a while before looking away, turning his gaze to the side as he fixed it on the streets he passed and the people living their everyday lives.
One would think they would appreciate the things I do for them. Realizing that it didn't matter and, most importantly, he wasn't doing it for them, Cain reminded himself that being the one with the highest authority was something he inherently enjoyed. My birthright.
