“And we — you and I — are royals. But we are not above the law.”
Silence.
“We have laws. We have rules. We have councils for a reason. You know this, Peter.”
The King's voice dropped slightly, the pain now apparent in his tone.
“I am well aware that Thas is the Crown Prince. I love him too. But he confessed. And if what we heard is true… if the council finds it true… then he has committed treason, not only against the royal family, but against the very bloodline of the future.”
Paul exhaled deeply, as if every word weighed a thousand pounds.
“So yes, he is your son. Yes, he is my nephew. But he is not exempt. And if he committed a crime…” he looked toward Lord Maelor, the Head of the Council, “then he will face its consequences.”
Peter looked as if he had been physically struck. His
