Chapter 9 | A Crowned Prince

The soft light framed my grandmother's face as her wrinkles and frown lines worsened as he talked to my mother. "I'm telling you; Xavion is nowhere. I thought you instructed him to go directly to our house?" Grandmother screamed in a stifled voice.

"Mother, I did. I told him and even left him a map! He can't be gone." I couldn't see my mother, but her tone of voice was worried about her second son.

He probably didn't want to see our grandparents because he was humiliated.

A prince…exiled? Who wouldn't be humiliated?

"He's either lost, attacked by the rouges, or dead." She slumped herself on a nearby chair when she couldn't get an answer from my mother.

"Mom, just give him time. He's probably almost there."

"I told you; he isn't. I have a bad feeling about this Lyzbel. How can you explain this?" She pointed to her.

"Mom, I'm just tired." She sank on the pillows supporting her back.