General Joash Marcus's eyes widened, the shock hitting him like a physical blow.He had been a young soldier the last time he stood inside the gilded halls of the Estalis palace—accompanying his father, a decorated general, to a lavish banquet in honor of the army. He remembered the soft glow of chandeliers, the proud smiles, and among them, a young prince with eyes bright as dawn. That was before the night of blood—before the treachery of General Traidor, who slaughtered the royal family and crowned himself as king.
Maybe it was karma, but his rule did not last long and was even murdered by his own son who was now sitting on the throne as Zura's puppet ruler.
And now… that same prince stood before him, more mature, stronger and wiser.
"You…"
