Stop it, both of you. And you," King Calister said, pointing at Adrian, "don't you dare leave. I called you both here for a reason, so we would discuss like gentlemen without raising our voices. Then we can all leave."
The king's voice was cold, commanding, and absolute, leaving no room for negotiation.
Both brothers stopped bickering, but they did not stop glaring daggers at each other.
"Adrian, what will it take for you to stand down and stop spreading information about your own family?" King Calister asked, getting straight to the point.
"It's good I have your attention, Father, but I don't want anything from you except what is mine. Give me back my birthright. You cannot take away my title from me and expect me to just sit and do nothing," Adrian said.
"And you think spreading lies will get you the throne? Then you still don't get it, do you?" King Calister looked at his son with open disbelief. Adrian only raised a brow.
