Atticus was grateful for the information. But that didn't erase the fact that the king had come to kill him. If Atticus wasn't as powerful as he was, they wouldn't be talking.
'There's also that…' There was something else that had caught Atticus' attention, something that made him pause.
"It is my hope that you wouldn't kill any of my warriors," the king started.
"As long as they fall in line."
The king nodded, then hesitated, but he forced himself to continue.
"I have a feeling your potential will get you to the top. And my second in command is far too stubborn not to reach the top with you. I want you to deliver a message for him, your eminence."
He took Atticus' silence as permission. "When you reach the top, please revive my wife and daughter."
'There it is again.' Atticus' eyes narrowed. This was why he had chosen to hear the king's last wish.
Revival.
It was one of Atticus' own goals, to reach the top and bring back those he had lost. His grandmother especially.
