Chapter XLVI

Alec and Keith froze as they understood what the king meant by that night.

"I was only but a child," Kenneth whispered as he eyed every inch of the man's face. "You made a child hold a sword and kill his parents."

Gasps and whispers sounded in the room after they heard the king's last words. Kenneth never spoke about the past before. He let people around the palace and the villages believe all sorts of stories about the late sovereigns' death. That haunting memory was too painful that it made him weak, too weak to defend the truth.

"I remember you," Kenneth cupped the man's face with one hand and squeezed his jaw tight, "Your laughter still sounds in my ear every night before I sleep. You enjoyed that, didn't you?" he squeezed tighter until the man groaned with pain. "You loved seeing an innocent child ending his