Tough Love

To Say This Palace Was luxurious would be an understatement. It's as if the gods themselves built these walls, Walls higher than even the tallest of towers; you would think they were building a new tower of babel. As you go deeper inside, you are greeted with a beautiful red carpet and portraits of kings past those of lower birth who wouldn't even dream of passing through those giant doors entering the palace. The screams could be heard throughout the place, as the screams came from no one other than prince Aven.  Nero held a whip sharper than the blade of a knife. The crack of the whip was louder than the screams of his mother. “You brought this upon your son, Nessa,” Nero yelled.  Jessi stood in the corner of the thrones scribing with a blank expression on his face, while Letharia is handcuffed to a guard forced to watch as a warning when she couldn't look at him as she did not want to form sympathy.  Aven bit his lip as he foug