Bram Rosefield's boots echoed as he walked down the corridor of the inner palace. When the king sends a summons, no one keeps him waiting. Not even his First Knight.
A dark smile appeared on his face as he walked. He had a pretty good idea why King Kane had summoned him. Especially when his son's presence had been required.
He glanced back at the boy who trailed behind him quietly, his expression souring. "You should be thankful for this opportunity." He growled. "You cost us a million gold coins, Vesper. If not for the use the gracious king has for you, you would be on the streets right now."
"Yes, father." Vesper said quietly.
"Stand proud. You have been given a chance to redeem yourself. Don't fail me." Bram didn't bother listening for a response, anticipation curling in his gut as they approached the same room where it had all begun. The same room where the crown prince had died, sealing the future of Albion.