EDITED.
"Their betrayal was the fire that forged me; now I am the blade that will bring their ruin." ~Araneae Ruber.
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Royal Palace
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THE MERE mention of Ser. Jasper's name left a terrible taste in Heath mouth.
"What does he want?"
"He didn't say," Brant answered, forcing Heath's brows to arch in annoyance.
"All he said was he wishes to have a company with you."
"And if I refuse?"
"There is no saying about that."
Heath scratched his head as he thought of the annoying situation he was suddenly put into.
He and Ser. Jasper weren't exactly close, no they wouldn't even consider each other's presence in event or banquets.
Brant could read the crown prince expression like an open book, as it was clear he wanted to turn him down.
Brant sighed, before being the reasonable one with a clear head, "Your highness, I believe we should hear him out, and Heath immediately groaned his distaste for the idea.
