I saw the light come into focus, vibrant colors appeared.
There in the depths of your mind I saw you. Standing in a room. Your fist was clenched, before you was a throne, and in it a man.
"Why are you asking me the same nonsense once again. My answer is still the same. No!"
"But father!" You shot back.
"You will address me as, your, King!" He snapped back.
Your heart sunk, you knew what this meant, "Yes, my King!" You bit the inside of your lip
"There will be, no further discussion on this! Your younger brother is inheriting the throne. You, are, useless, to me."
It felt like you had be simultaneously kicked in the groin, and head. You felt a nauseating pain rise in your throat.
You felt an unbearable rage.
Rage that you knew he was right.
You were useless.
"You knew neither combat or magic, strategy or diplomacy, business or crafting. All you know is what you have read in your books. Your tutors say you have failed to grasp, everything, they taught you. You are useless. Utterly useless. Your brother will be King.
"What place will I have."
You feared the answer.
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Black Thread (CPN) - Part I
Lãng mạnA cowardly man forced to serve an ancient and powerful Witch. A dark and mysterious woman with magic and powers beyond comprehension. She seeks something almost unobtainable. What kind of path will these two walk? What kind of pain awaits them? Wha...
