Igivar let out a heavy breath, unable to look Fireon in the eyes as his globes became misty.
Fireon just stared at his traitor friend with fiery blue-black eyes, leaning against the wall and folding his hands across his chest. He did not want to be standing so close to Igivar right now when he could not kill him yet.
“Forgive me… for killing your family, Fireon. I- I had to do it. I was forced to.”
Fireon did not expect to hear this. “Forgive you? I don’t think I can, Igivar.” He shook his head.
Igivar looked uncomfortable but nodded to him, wetting his lips.
“The Drannala House has eyed the the Draggalo throne for centuries, and you’re telling me you were just forced to?” Fireon added, definitely found his friend’s words unbelievable.
Igivar nodded again with a sad face. “That’s tru
