[NOUR]
A seat at the high table was something he had been born for.
It was his truth, his reality as the crown prince of Acrod, despite the endless years he had spent in hiding.
It was his place, regardless of how long he took to come back to what had once been home to him.
It was his.
All these people were being groomed to serve him. To be there for him whenever he needed them. They had been groomed for the worst-case scenarios, and they were taught for the sake of the prince who had been mentioned.
And as Nour took the seat next to Grant, he knew that they were all subjects. All for him to command into hell and high waters. For him to decide their fates like a game of chess.
Yet as he stared at Grant and then at his father, who was watching him keenly, Nour couldn't help but feel a different kind of thrill. It wasn't the kind that came with the crown prince and owning everyone in Acrod, no.
It was different.
