Chapter 22: A Tale Of a King
He knelt down.
"You know I could never harm him," his tone was gentle.
She looked like she wanted to say something, but nothing came out. Her eyes moved to the sword, then back to him. But the words stayed locked inside.
He pressed a hand to his chest, like something heavy was sitting there.
"I could never hurt that child," he repeated, his voice softer.
He got up slowly and extended his hand. She hesitated... then took it.
"You can look into my mind. Just like you did before."
He dropped his sword. The sound of it hitting the ground echoed softly.
"If you still think that I killed our son..." he paused, looking her right in the eyes, "then I’ll accept any punishment you give me."
Her hands started to glow as she stepped closer. She lifted them up and placed them on his head.
Sylas screamed in pain.