Connor laughed maniacally: "Hahaha, then bring him back to life! Who cares about that damn throne? Aren't you all about to be destroyed anyway? Serves you right!"
The guards' faces changed when they heard his brazen words!
How could a prince wish for his own kingdom's destruction?
The King wants him to inherit the throne, is this really feasible? Could he really be pushing his own country into the fire pit?
The King looked very upset, on the verge of anger, but he surprisingly held it back, his voice just a few degrees colder: "Lock the Prince up, let him reflect properly!"
He turned and walked out of the palace, and the guards silently followed him out.
The heavy palace doors closed, dimming the light, leaving the hall empty and lifeless.
Connor's fists clenched and unclenched, over and over, before he finally calmed down.
