Bab 112: Assassins

Ever since birth, Andre has played second fiddle to his eldest brother. All that could ever be heard in his home was 'Can you believe Richard did..', 'Richard was able to…', 'Why can't our other sons be more like Richard'

Everything in his parents' pathetic lives revolved around his elder brother. The perfect warrior, the perfect strategist, the perfect student, the perfect man… the perfect son.

Oh, how he would have loved to see the horror on their parents' faces to know that their 'perfect' child could only sire a daughter. Not only that, but the daughter he created opened her legs for a filthy Marked One

It brought Andre great joy to see his perfect brother be brought so very low… and by the same child he graciously spared at the cost of a retainer's simple life. Revenge tasted sweet after all.