Unfeeling

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Sterling

For the first time, I noticed my brother really was gone. I couldn't believe it. He would leave a world of power for a mediocre mafia?

I also haven't seen my mother since I've been here. I'm sure I'll run into her sooner or later. Preferably later.

Just as I was about to leave my room to train, Leon burst into my room. I had immediately found a spy of my own to scan the countryside for any signs of Clandestine escapees. Leon was a scrappy, gullible teenager. Perfect for the job.

"Sterling sir, I just can't believe it," he gasped out.

I cocked an eyebrow and walked a little closer. My curiosity was peaked.

"I saw her!" He stumbled. I furrowed my eyebrows and gripped Leon by his collar and gave him a good shake.

"Saw who, Leon?" I demanded.

"I saw the princess! I saw Amberley Da Ville!" He said.

I scoffed and shoved him away from me. "You're a idiot. The princess is dead!"

Leon shook his head intensely. "No sir! I saw he with my own eyes. Black hair, god-like face, sky blue eyes!"

I looked away from the boy. It couldn't be true. Amberley was dead. I'm sure of it.

"Who was she with?" I questioned.

"A group of about eight or so. Looked like your brother was with them and the Vex's son."

I slammed my fist into the wall. "If I go after them and you're wrong, I will personally kill you Leon!"

The kid was shaking in his shoes. He shook his head again violently. "I'm sure of it, sir."

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If Amberley really was out there, with the Vex, then everything was ruined. I had sacrificed her, sacrificed my love only to find it thrown back in my face.

My father would kill me for this. I had failed.

The trip to his office chambers was a long one. My chambers seemed to be separated and in a secluded part of the castle like mansion the Iniquitous and their allies stayed.

It took me a good ten minutes to finally find my destination. I didn't knock as I entered.

My father was bent over a stack of papers, engulfed in whatever he was reading. He didn't notice me until I was standing in front of his desk.

"What is it Sterling?" He asked dryly. I furrowed my brows. It felt so odd being called my real name so casually, wrong somehow.

"I have news."

"What ever news you have, I already have it son..." he responded.

"Did you let Micah leave?"

He finally looked at me. I didn't see a fathers gaze, only a unforgiving, blank stare.

"Micah was not pleased at the situation and acted irrationally. I will not retrieve him if that's what you're asking. He made his decision and now he will die with the rest of his so called 'family'..." he said.