King Nyxen's gaze bore into August, who finally looked away, unable to withstand the weight of his father's disappointment.
"For once, could you have acted with honor instead of dragging others into your petty vendettas?" Nyxen reprimanded him.
"Father, shouldn't you be concerned for me?" August countered, his voice dripping with bitterness. "We haven't seen each other in years, yet you only care for Damian, the very man responsible for my banishment. Do you have any idea how much I suffered in exile, alone?"
He turned his sneering gaze to Damian. "Go find your wife instead of whining to my father. The deed is done."
King Nyxen stared at his son, stunned by the depth of the malice that had festered in his heart. It was clear now that August's primary motivation was nothing but vengeance.
