Kaedros smiled. He would do it, he would make Rauk into a King.
In the Draconic City, a scheme like this would've been suicide. But here, in the human world, everything was different.
Here... things were different.
"Did you hear that, Vexa? He wants to be King. And I will make it so."
It wasn't just a statement. It was a vow. A proclamation.
Vexa gave him a disgusted look. "You'll need to fix that mouth before you meet the future King. It would be a shame if you died simply because you couldn't keep it shut."
Kaedros smiled wider. "You already have him here with you, Vexa. Your future King."
"Oh? Let's indulge this madness for a moment. Say you want to make him King. How will you do that? You think you can take over a kingdom without an army?"
Kaedros paused, then shrugged. "That's beside the point. I have Taria. I have myself. And I have the Prince-to-be. Isn't that enough?"
Taria groaned and rubbed her forehead.
Sometimes Kael could be so blind, she thought.
