The boy was so very annoying, Magnus could barely form words to respond. “Oh, no? And, pray tell, Lord Aron, how would the king deal with this situation?” “Like this.” Aron had drawn out his sword and was holding it with both hands. Magnus’s chest tightened in sudden alarm. “Aron, don’t—” But he paid Magnus no attention. Without another word or another threat, and with his eyes glittering with excitement, Aron drove his sword through Brion’s heart.
