Rhys sits at the table, his palms are pressed on the table, every single eye in the place is on the combination of Ve and him. He doesn’t flinch under the gaze, his eyes moving over the other seats and their occupants until finally looking at his father, who is meeting his gaze. Alaric’s amber eyes are filled with fire. Rhys was meant to come in unannounced, the most petty of actions giving him the tiniest bit of satisfaction.
He wanted that little something, that little bonus, just to try and dull the annoyance that he now has to announce Rhys as a contender to the throne. He wishes the rules were different and there were only four that had to compete or at least be given the chance in birth. Hence, why he has never been able to kill the boy himself, the rules make it that the action wou
