The Weight of an Ancient Name
Tommy stood there in silence for a long time.
The evening wind swept across the stone path outside the Drake Empire capital, carrying with it the faint scent of dust and distant rain. The atmosphere had long turned heavy after Leon's declaration. Even the guards stationed nearby did not dare to breathe too loudly.
After little think and then he finally nodded silently and said nothing. He gave in.
Although unwillingness burned inside his chest like a poisonous flame, Tommy understood one thing very clearly now—there were some people in this world he could not afford to provoke.
And Leon… was one of them.
His fingers tightened slowly inside his sleeves until his nails dug into his palms. The pain helped him suppress the humiliation boiling inside him.
He hated this feeling.
Hated this helplessness.
More than anything, he hated himself for not being the eldest son.
