You Can Count On Me

Anders whistled to himself as he walked into the depths below the palace. The deeper they went, the less smooth the stone got.

The place was damp and the air stale, as if new air rarely came by.

But Anders didn't mind it. After all, this trip was one of the reasons he knew he was the best choice to sit on the throne of Albion.

He was just too smart to be a random prince.

Capturing Lilith was the best decision he'd made all year. She was the golden goose who'd eventually lay all the eggs he needed.

He'd originally planned to kill his father in a year's time but this was as good a time as any. And now, he had two people to do it for him right now.

He didn't care if his eldest brother was crowned king right now. He already had people in place around him to take care of him when the time came.

His biggest obstacle right now was the king.

He chuckled to himself as his mind went to the two assassins he'd sent. Octavian and Terence Ross.