Marek stood still. Time seemed to stop and everything felt like it was moving in slow motion as Celeste’s words sank in. His blood rushed in his veins creating a hum in his ears.
“Yes,” her simple word echoed in his ears for what felt like an eternity.
Tavek was off to war with his trusted army and didn’t even consider calling on his only brother to stand by his side. He didn’t need him.
Marek blinked as it all became very clear to him.
He was never coming for him.
Marek stared at the bleak walls of his room unseeing. His own brother was going to let him rot in this pitiful place like his father had done. For centuries he’d lived for nothing but the day he will go home and take his place as the prince of the Mowari. A place his father had denied him, a place his brother was withhold
