The king wiped his tear-stained face as he took the baby away from his mother's chest and held him gently into his arms. The king had announced that he did not believe that his child was evil, nor was it even mentioned in the prophecy that the child cursed with darkness would commit any evil acts.
With a sinister chuckle, he leaned back in his chair, his mind swirling with devious thoughts. "What's your move, Little Prince?" he muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming with anticipation as he awaited Azrael's next move, relishing the impending chaos he was sure to sow.
"You can get mad at me all you want, Valerian, but in this situation, you do not get a say." Azrael put his foot down, his face serious as he crossed his arms against his chest with a small huff.
Lila squeaked a bit, clutching the book she was reading tightly against her chest, keeping her head down. Azrael noticed that the book was titled 'Language of Flowers.'