My sun, moon and stars

Royan twisted his body around and faced the Seat. His heart pounding in his heart, moments like that he wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole. 

He was there with an escaped prisoner of the black palace right before the Seat, there was no scarier situation than the one he found himself in. 

The heir of the Seat had an answer to everyone in the palace except for the Seat. The man was the only person that even he was scared of. 

"Fathe..."

"What have I told you about calling me that?" Marcus cut him short before he could finish his statement. "Don't call me that if you value your tongue. This is your last warning," Marcus added coldly. 

Royan had a shiver ran down his spine. He was lost on what to do. He was not allowed to talk to the Seat informally and hence ge couldn't sweet talk his way out of the situation. 

"Who is this and what conversation were you both having?" Marcus asked not wasting time heating around the bush.