❛ My son was assassinated by some bedridden peasant - and I've been diagnosed with some sort of disease, one that looks a lot like a human's bone - cancer, but feels different, ❜ Poet sighed quietly. The man smoothed his blond hair back, ❛ I've been the king of some sort of alternative universe for thousand/s/ of years, ❜ he spoke with a grimace. The boy hadn't heard his name before now ? with a Scott and a roll of his eyes, he spoke lowly, ❛ do me a favor, do not call me darling.❜