He always gets the good ones

It was only after the second glare that I finally realized what he wanted me to do. I bent, and saluted the monarchs on the throne, placing my left hand on my knee and my right on my chest, right above my heart, like I saw one of the guards do.

"Rise."

I did as I was asked, and stood next to Storm.

"Why are you dressed this way, son?" The queen asked, in a tone quite different from the one I'm used to. She didn't bark at him. It sounded more like she cared about him more than she did back in Dark Moon.

Hmm.

Could it be that their characters were reversed in this world?

"Ask your eldest son," Storm said without missing a beat. He kept his entire focus on his parents, not blinking, and didn't seem to be joking.

Was his eldest brother the one who tried to kill him?

"What?!" The Queen gasped, while the king narrowed his eyes at him.

"What the hell are you talking about, Son? You returned and now you are —"