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from Prince Zebram brought him home with undue haste.
    Ren still couldn’t understand the ties of love he had to his half-brother. The misplaced affection he held for Zebram made him vulnerable, yet Ren could do naught to sever the creeping affection holding his loyalty close. Having been made to care for the swaddling prince until Zebram had reached his ninth year, Ren had developed a natural devotion to the charming young man the entire kingdom loved.
    And then Zedrax had whisked his prized prince away and threw Ren to the harsh training fields.
    Ren swore under his breath at the memories and picked up his pace, eager to encounter the old man and disappear once again to the distant reaches of the System.
    He strode past the likeness of King Zedrax in his earlier years and found the large room at the end of the hall empty, save for Prince Zebram and his advisor Cyka. Ren slowed as he approached the royal heir and stood stiffly before the younger man, his arms akimbo while itching to grab the sword at his belt and slash every pretty remnant of the king in this room to bits and pieces.
    Zebram’s eyes lit at his appearance—like looking into a mirror except for the skin tone and exotic slant of the eyes. Ren stared without speaking as Zebram’s emotions shone as brightly as the royal seal in Bylaran gold at his throat.
    “Garen, I am so glad you have come,” Zebram began in a deeper voice than Ren recalled hearing. He studied the prince in detail and found to his surprise that Zebram looked fully a man. Though in truth, only five years separated the two, Ren had always felt ages older.
    “You summoned me, your Highness,” he said without emotion.
    He heard the prince sigh and wondered what the hels Zebram wanted from him. Always his brother seemed to huff and look longingly to Ren, seeking something Ren did not know how to give.
    “Yes, I summoned you,” Zebram said tiredly, sadly. “Our father is dying.”
    “ Your father would not want me here,” he snapped, unwilling to bend. “I should be off fighting the growing Meklen rebellion, not dropping everything to console Your Highness.” Come, Brother. Send me away for my impertinence.
    Cyka raised a brow at Ren’s aggression but did no more than lean down to whisper in the prince’s ear. Zebram nodded and kept a steady gaze on Ren’s face.
    Zebram rose. “We go to him now.” He crossed to Ren and simply stopped in front of his brother. The two stared at each other for a moment. Younger and not as large in build, Zebram still had a presence all his own in his flowing robes of royal green. Intimidating in his own right, the young prince’s intelligent gaze seemed to burn through a man, as if seeking the truth from his soul.
    Ren turned away from Zebram’s searing stare and bowed. “After you, my liege.”
      Zebram breezed by him, his head held high, his soft Fen-hair cape swirling behind him. They moved through the palace toward the king’s sick room. There in the antechamber sat Queen Lesha looking beautiful but pensive, her skin pale but still flawless, despite her years. Zebram’s cousin sat with the queen, holding her hand.
    As Zebram entered, the queen’s eyes lit. Her gaze moved beyond her son to Ren, and her expression softened. Lesha had always held a tenderness for the roughly handled little boy Ren had been. He’d known and hated her pity, disdaining her as much as he hated her husband, the king. Her gentle mien had weakened her son, just as she’d made vulnerable the king, vermin though he was.
    “How good to see you, Garen.” Queen Lesha gave a strained smile and nod.
    Ren ignored her. “Where is the king?” He mentally urged Zebram to move along before he forgot his relationship to the prince and left this miserable palace.
    “Through here.” Zebram sighed and gave his mother an apologetic glance over his shoulder before moving into a darkened room.
    Sconces holding candles flickered on several walls, giving soft light to the