Princes of Prophecy by MJ Colgan EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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ALARIC
Act first and ask the fates for forgiveness later.
The concept wasn’t new to me. Fuck, it’d been my modus operandi for
as long as I could recall. Far too long for me to consider wasting time with
prayers to save my soul, anyway.
Could there be another way to deal with this? Possibly. Was it worth the
risk of wasting time to figure it out? Absolutely fucking not.
Crouched over my former puppeteers’ not yet cooled corpse, I was
more than ready; I was willing and looking forward to channeling the rage
coursing through me into doing what needed to be done.
Some might argue with themselves, might need time to convince their
head, their heart, and their soul that it was for the greater good first. But not
me.
I knew full well I wouldn’t be able to wash the blood from my hands
anytime soon. Just like how I knew it would likely haunt me. But there was
no self doubt. No hope for another way. No internal debate about whether
it’s right or wrong. Whether I should or shouldn’t. It just was. I would deal
with it.
For the crown.
For the realm.
For him.
I tore my eyes away from Kane and surveyed the room from my
position.
Kneeling beside the dead king, the metallic scent of blood was almost
overwhelming as I eyed the windows the thrakos had most likely come
through.
His wide wings shattered the panes of glass into a thousand glittering
fragments as he forcefully plunged himself to where the king had slept
soundly for so many years.
I could almost hear the smash, followed by the thud of heavy boots as
they slammed down on the shard-littered floor with a crunch.
I could see the body of his majesty, his chest mutilated where the
thrakos had thrust its clawed hand through his flesh and ripped out his
heart.
I could smell the crimson pool where the innocent bystander lay, having
only made it a few steps into the room before their fate was also sealed.
Then me.
Deep, red liquid dripped down my already savaged face while defensive
cuts down my arm caused blood to drip at my side.
This would become our new reality. Soon.
“Tell him. Admit to Alaric what you did!” Kane hissed, cutting through
my thoughts and bringing me back to this reality.
The one where it looked like Kane had just slain his father. His black
ceremonial sword–the one that so many castle folk would have witnessed
him carrying on the way here–was discarded next to the body and coated in
the King’s lifeblood.
“No can do, I’m afraid, little brother,” Elikai’s smarmy voice followed
in reply, completely unaffected by the death of his father. “We can’t have
you two spinning tales of how I played any part in the unfortunate demise
of the King, now can we? No matter how small that part may have been.”
I glared up just in time to see him pressing his forefinger and thumb
together patronizingly.
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