King Tharyn noticed Aeron's stare and where his eyes kept drifting. His voice was calm.
"We are alone here," he said. "Only you and I. If anything happens, no one would suspect you. So if that is what you want, what you truly want… then do it. Go ahead, son. Do it."
Aeron's hands tightened at his side. His heart pounded in his chest. The anger in his voice cracked as he shouted, "I am not your son!"
"Of course you are not," Tharyn answered, almost too quickly. His eyes did not flinch.
There was silence between them before Tharyn spoke again. "I can imagine what you are feeling now. Standing face to face with your father's murderer. The man who betrayed him. The man who ruined your life. I understand that feeling."
"No, you do not! You cannot understand!" Aeron said to him cruelly.
"Yes," Tharyn said firmly. "Yes, I do. And that is why I came here. To see you, the son of Lucian."
He took a slow step closer.
