PRINCE KLOUD’S POV
“Guard, have Morgan Stoic locked up in the royal jail. Ensure it is heavily guarded as we wait to sentence him for his crimes,” Pa spoke up.
The guards pulled Morgan as they attempted to drag him from the royal court. He struggled out of their grip and threw himself at Pa. My heart lodged in my throat when I saw the glint of light off the edge of a blade. In one swift movement, Morgan plunges the knife into Pa’s stomach. Without hesitation, I rushed toward him. Wrapping my hand around his upper arms, I yank him away and toss him away. He landed by Oclan Relic’s feet. Uncle Marrok and Lowe rushed over and held him down. Morgan's eyes were wild as he laughed hysterically.
I turned and saw blood spilling from Pa’s stomach from where the knife was embedded. From the look of it, the blade that he stabbed Pa with was poisonous.
Ma rushed over and screamed in anguish, “Godric.”