At the Federation…
The Royal Mansion....
In a particular room, a heavy tension filled the air as four individuals sat around a grand table. Flanking them were the two princesses, along with trusted confidants like Mai and Darwin.
"Brothers, the fight for the throne must end now. One of you must take the seat, and the others must become his sharp edge," Darius began, a frown on his face.
"There was never a fight to begin with. I was the Crown Prince before he came back… I was to inherit the throne," Theron said with a snort.
"Really? Even if you were Crown Prince, didn't Father say we could fight for the throne?" Caius responded with a faint smile.
"Well then, let's fight. I'm not afraid...I'll win," Theron replied with a grin.
"And by that logic, aren't I the eldest? I was Crown Prince before you," Caius added.
"But everyone found out you were a bastard," Theron retorted.
Silence.
