"Bitch." Nicholas read from Marcus' lips as he pulled the sword out of him and threw Glynda down.
No one moved, Nicholas was hoping that Marcus would leave her be, let her bleed out, but he had no such luck.
"This is what happens to those that side with my brother, Nicholas!" Marcus shouted as he slashed the sword and dropped it to the ground, chopping Glynda's head from her shoulder.
Nicholas saw the shock on the faces of the many mages fighting. Both those on his and Marcus' side. No one had expected the youngest prince to turn into this man.
"No!" Nicholas heard Connor scream from a distance.
Nicholas quickly looked to Philip and commanded him to stop things from getting worse.
"Get a Vale mage, go to Uncle Dion, have him take Connor somewhere far from here. The man's wife just died, he will be hungry for revenge." Nicholas hissed as Philip nodded and pulled the closet Vale mage to them.
Luckily multiple Vale and Ganti Mages stood near Nicholas, part of his security detail.