Adrian paced back and forth across the Planning Room floor, gazing at the map of Aigon. Twenty-three hours before, he had decided to kill his own twin sister. But now he had his doubts about ending her life. Without growth and health, there was nothing to destroy, and therefore, nothing to truly gain from this great loss.
The door finally opened, and Nathaniel entered the room with his hand wrapped. He’d already helped himself to a highly decorated set of Plattian armor.
Adrian shook his head slowly. “I can’t do this…” Nathaniel’s smile was broad, but it didn’t reach his eyes. The tension in the room was palpable. “Why is that, love?”
“Can we really gain anything from initiating an apocalyptic war?” The laugh was subtle and menacing, and when Nathaniel’s voice rang out again, it was hoarse with contempt. “Not for you, but I will be King of All. And my son as well.” He approached Adrian with Sol’s dagger, an eternal prison, and struck him with it, sucking the young monarch into a prison lined with some of the worst creatures of all time.
“I’ll be damned if my lover will get in my way.” He smiled and walked out of the room, tucking Sol’s dagger into his belt.