ROYAL BLOOD
Amber's hand, which was entwined in his, slowly loosened; she collapsed on the floor, dead.
Titran's eyes darkened as he turned to gaze upon his longest nemesis, Kyron, the king of Galveston.
"Long time, Titran." Kyron, a man in his early sixties, said, before removing the dagger from Amber's back, the blades dripped with blood.
Even as he aged, he still had the dexterity of a well-trained soldier.
He slowly circled around Titran before halting in front of him.
"Seeing your face ignites the flames of old blood, once friends, but betrayed by the other."