Devon let out a loud, sinister laugh that echoed through the cold, stone walls of the palace. His father, King Aaron, looked at him with disdain and contempt, his eyes filled with venomous hatred.

"Illegitimate you say?" Devon mocked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Then tell me, how did your illegitimate child become a king? It seems like fate has a twisted sense of humor."

He continued, "I will never call you a king. Your mother and you are alike. She was foolish and dumb, and you went on to marry a woman who serves no purpose to you. You went against me for that useless woman called Fiona..."

"Enough!"...