Chapter 113
Jack
I stare at him, stunned.
Why is he so angry?
…
Oh.
Right.
I'm a prince now.
I'm royalty.
The realization settles into my bones, and a very evil little smile curls onto my lips before I rearrange my face into a picture of tragic innocence.
Time for my Oscar-winning performance.
"…They didn't exactly touch me, touch me," I say quietly, voice thin, wavering—
even though they literally tried to kill me.
"But… yeah. They… tried."
The king's expression darkens even further, like someone dialed his fury from "angry father" to "I'm about to execute four nobles at dawn."
Excellent.
I sigh. Soft. Pitiful.
"I just think…" I whisper, clutching my own arm for added effect, "had you not intervened… what would have happened to me?"
His jaw clenches so hard I hear it crack.
"Send word," the king says, voice low and lethal. "Solmere does not tolerate treason. If the dukes lay a single finger on my blood again—"
