"Here is your son," Elliana looked at Mom Freya, whose fists clenched on Noah's shirt.
"Noah, please say something to the princess. Tell her to not hurt our son," Mom Freya said as she pleaded to her husband for mercy.
"Sebastian, are you not going to say anything to your wife?" Giotto, Stephano's father, stepped ahead, and Sebastian looked at him before looking at his wife.
"I won't," he said, his words a firm declaration that whatever the princess may choose, he will support her in that.
"How can you be so cruel towards your own brother, Sebastian? Do you have no conscience? We thought making you the king would amend the relations, and you would forgive us for our past mistakes, but it looks like you are doing out of your animosity about the past," Noah said, and Sebastian quirked his brows.
They just didn't go there.
They really had a knack for making things look like he wasn't deserving of the title but was given the seat as a gift.