Someone whose right to the throne supposedly existed before the establishment of the current royal bloodline.
And that was precisely what Osborne found impossible to accept.
Cassian sighed quietly.
"Prophecies are rarely as simple as men make them, Your Majesty. We know the words, but we do not necessarily understand the circumstances under which they will be fulfilled."
Osborne laughed without amusement.
"That is what people say when the prophecy isn't threatening their own throne."
Cassian stared at him for a moment before a faint smile appeared on his lips.
"Or perhaps it is what people say when fear begins interpreting every word for them."
Osborne's head snapped around.
The temperature in the hall seemed to drop as his cold gaze settled on the elderly man.
However, Cassian remained perfectly composed.
