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gany desk was a far cry from the disorganized ideas flying through his head. Every fresh piece of data he came across

s participated in dangerous activities free from ethical constraints. Papat's hands weighed heavily as the documents he held showed fragments of his family's dishon

hidden at the bottom of the stack set off a cold shiver through his body. The antique ledger had a yellowed outside cover but its fading text remained legible. The numbers were rather off-target. He le

her developed his business. Papat knew what this meant: the fortune his family had came from neither smart investments nor hereditary mental ability. He gasped sharply in his chest. Not. This was taken-blood money. Papat looked at the great expanse of the cityscape ou

its purposefully written language, the short letter conveyed great pain. "I understand what you are doing. I won't object at all. Protect him if you must. I shall always love you. Accord

over him. Was she in line? Alternatively had she been muted? For Papat, the deep-rooted features of the formal dining room where the supper took place and the historical customs stayed unavoidable. The polished table ran across

r-off sound of approaching storms, therefore the silence became intolerable. My son, you lack the required readiness to inherit the throne. As Martin said, "You never were," his voice remained purposefully calm with no space for argument. Papat kept his eyes fixed on his fa

er maintained constant eye contact. "You misunderstand. Though you feel you are ready, you are not. You never could have been. I made your form and will equally quickly destroy your life

er yourself to have options? You have to show your worth to escape being written off as an unworthy successor. He felt the words really strong. Papat was not able to get out of this. The reputation of the empire and his family marked his predestined road. Could he, though, live with the truth? Rising tension turned the gathering fro

re. You should focus on chores suited for your level of experience. observing from the sidelines." Under the table Papat's fist tightened. Lucas freely expressed his will to seize leadership of the Hens

s. not when the stakes are this great. Papat's blood ran cold. Lucas was engaging in a perilous game. Lucas started to strip Papat of everything, so transcending his control. Lucas undermined his position in the Elvon empire by using calculated moves shared equally with Papat. Papat understood the depth of Lucas's pr