Kingdom's Secret.
[Third Person View]
Aron's nose flared as he tried to suppress his anger, clenching his teeth with his form scraping on the empty plate in front of him.
"Keep utensils down if you are done with eating," Adiel Velcrow said, looking at Aron, who sat farthest from the dinner table.
"What is the meaning of this?" Aron questioned, sweeping his eyes across everyone present at the table.
"What?" Adiel gave him a brow.
Despite being the biological father of Aron, he was never close to him in actuality... well, who would be close to the child born out of the concubine's womb?
"You said that I will not be considered as a successor for the throne, but these two would be?" He looked at the two figures sitting closest to his father.
"Yeah," Adiel picked up a piece of meat on his plate.
"That's some bullshit; I am the eldest." He growled at the king.
A soldier standing behind clenched the handle of the hilt.