I would kill him for what he did to Koraine. He was a thorn in my side, and I wanted him gone. Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t hear the crowd’s gasp when my father entered the courtyard. “Enough,” the king’s voice bellowed through the space. I looked up, finding my father standing above me. His glare was enough to tell me he wasn’t pleased. I stood up, releasing Cyrus from my grip. He had red welts already forming on his neck. The burns would leave a nasty mark. Cyrus hurried off before the king could change his mind. My father turned his back on me, striding off.
