Finished this one chapter, and someone ain’t happy….
“Where did this come from?” Ashpin interrupted desperately.
He had not meant the tone of his voice to change, but its eagerness held the prince’s full attention. All conversation ceased as he saw Wisdom’s gaze focus on the chain dangling between his fingers. His jaw opened to speak, but nothing came out.
It was in that moment that Ashpin’s view seemed to darken, as though someone had purposely dimmed the lighting to fit his mood. But it was not the room’s atmosphere that had changed.
It was the boy.
In that moment, everything else held little meaning but the cold truth to his answers. When next he spoke, a menacing tone replaced innocence. Child he was no longer, but a threat.