Eighty-Four

Ashanti

My father smirked maliciously, confident in his strength. I needed to act quickly before he killed Chadwick. All I needed was an opportunity to strike.

“Hmm... I might just take the ring and kill this pathetic human before giving it back, what do you think my darling?”

“My king, he doesn't deserve to live,” one of the guards snickered and stepped closer to Chadwick, brandishing his blade threateningly and grinning evilly at my companion.

“You fatherless bastard!” I yelled. “You're such an ass licker yet you don't even know who your father is. Do you think the king loves you so much or gives two fucks about you?”

I hated using people's weaknesses against them but I knew my father's head guard's story. His mother was a well-known whore and he was born out of wedlock. His eyes widened and he flinched before pinching his lips tight to keep them from trembling.

“Javier, don't tell me this little brat’s words hurt you. Come on, don't be a sissy,” my father laughed.

“Hand him over,