David POV
Listening to that little ba**ard speak as if he has any right to call himself the king makes me sick. He has always been weak and soft-hearted and that won't ever change. He doesn't have what it takes to run the kingdom and the tribes will see through him, I'm sure of it. He will never be anything but the pathetic mute slave that has been under my control since the day I killed his worthless father. My only regret is allowing him to live. Listening to that f**king seer who I refuse to call my mother.
She isn't worthy of the title. My father should have killed her the moment I was born. I know my real mother cursed her but I can't imagine she was anything but a warm body he used to satisfy his urges. It makes me sick to think that I shared any blood with that old hag.
I look
