ORTON'S POV
“No f*****g way father!” Kane thundered, his voice echoing across the room. “Over my dead body would that happen,” he cussed.
The King raised skeptical brows at him. “Kane, watch your mouth. You're standing in front of the king,”
Kane was too angry to even think straight. It was obvious the father's statement struck a nerve in his mind. He chuckled coldly, “Pftt, in front of the King? In front of the King who doesn't acknowledge how hard a person works,”
“You're getting it all wrong Kane,”
Kane waved his hands, dismissing father's words, “Oh, please spare me the flimsy talk,” he countered, “Just say it already, It is obvious to everyone around. Emrys is your favorite and that's why you want to hand the throne over to him,”
He shook his head, “Far from that Kane. I—”
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