A/N: To enhance the storytelling experience, I'll be weaving the narrative from both Angus and Joash's perspectives. Get ready for a deeper dive into their thoughts and emotions!
Joash
The moment he had seen Angus's face, the years seemed to collapse. Memories crashed into him—memories of the palace, of laughter under banners of gold, of a boy-prince who had smiled at him across a banquet table. That boy was a man now, hardened, eyes shadowed by things he couldn't yet name.
He should have been overjoyed. And part of him was. The prince lived.Estalis had a heartbeat again. But in the next breath, doubt curled around the joy like smoke.
'He served another crown just like me and my son.'
He had sworn to Prince Alaric, too. Alaric was fair, strong, and had given them a cause worth fighting for. Yet if Prince Aragon—hisprince—called, would he not answer? Could a soldier divide his loyalty and still call himself true?
