"Valeron the Second’s blood is much purer than our own, and once he grows up, his power will be unmatched. To make matters worse, he’s so little that every idiot will think they can be a Regent until Valeron becomes of age." Sylpha said.
"That’s not the problem." Lith replied. "Valeron is not going anywhere unless he wants to, and I doubt he wants to leave. He knows of the Council and that I’m the only one who can protect him."
"That’s... too clinical an analysis for a baby." Meron weighed his words carefully.
"Baby or not, I can assure you that Valeron understood enough not to leave any love between us. At least on his side." The pain in Lith’s voice was palpable. "What worries me is the thought of a bunch of idiots surrounding my property.
"Of having pitchforks and torches on my doorstep, wielded by people dead set on making my life and that of my family even harder than it already is. I’ve called you to inform you of the recent events and to warn you.
"I’m not in the mood for mercy. I’m not in the mood to pander to those stupid enough to think they can harass a Dragon in his lair only because they are many. I promise you that I won’t leave the confines of my property until I calm down.
"Yet if someone comes looking for trouble, they will find it. No politics. No debates. Only retribution." Lith echoed Raagu’s words.
"Is this a threat?" Meron asked, seeing a violent burst of mana flare behind Lith’s eyes.
"As I said, it’s a warning." Lith had a hard time keeping his voice calm and steady. "Today, my son and I almost lost our lives. Yet I’ve lost my son anyway, and my daughter has lost his older brother.
"I’m angry. I’m hurt. I won’t tolerate any further attacks on my person or peace. Be they powerful Awakened or weak commoners, anyone who takes a single step on my property will be treated like an enemy and dealt with extreme prejudice."
"We’ll do our best to contain the situation." Sylpha nodded, understanding that in his current mood, there would be no reasoning with Lith. "Keep us updated, and we will do the same. Is there anything else?"
"Thanks, Your Majesty." Lith gave her a polite nod. "No, Your Majesty."
"Then have some rest. You deserve it. Queen Sylpha out." She hung up the call and added. "At least Vehren has the bearing to follow etiquette. I count it as a win."
"Yeah, but I don’t know how long he will hold." Meron sighed. "He’s this close to snapping, otherwise he would have never been so brash. Usually, Verhen is subtle. He nudges people in the direction he wants. He doesn’t send veiled threats like he just did."
"What did you expect?" Sylpha replied. "To you, Verhen was sitting in the safety of his house, but he just escaped death, and Valeron repudiated him. It’s a lot to take, and he called us right after he was done dealing with the aftermath.
"I’m amazed Verhen was so composed. In his shoes, I’d be throwing furniture and spells around like rice at a wedding." The Queen had no idea that she had to thank Solus for that.
Her pain was as silent as Lith’s was loud. She smothered the flames of his rage and diverted part of his attention to her. Even at his worst, Lith still worried about Solus and kept himself together not to let his emotions add to her burden.
"This is bad." Meron tapped on his lips. "If Meln throws Valeron to the court of public opinion, things will escalate quickly. We’re lucky Kamila just revealed her pregnancy. It’s a blessing all over again."
"What do you mean?" Sylpha asked in confusion.
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