Richard von Petra sat in his study, slowly grazing a painting of his darling wife and daughter. His daughter before she was corrupted by a Marked One. Before that beast took her away. He should have killed Lucius instead of his father. He should have strangled the cub before it could grow and now… now he infected his family with his seed.
"Uncle. Please allow us. Allow us to help you." Thomas's wife, Brienne stepped up to him, brushing her fingers along the desk. "Thomas and I have the help of Sir Theos, the Thunderking. With Wallace Carmichael out of the kingdom, we can move. Cut the plant out by its roots."
"But my daughter…"