Eleanor made her way into the spacious open chamber, her eyes wide. The guards outside had admitted her on Brandon's order and she walked in, holding the knife she had grabbed like it was Anderson's throat.

"Anderson!" She yelled, her voice slightly breaking.

He sat up, his eyes immediately thinning. "This must be a bad day. Why is the wench coming here?"

"You killed King Javier."

He looked at her, then Brandon behind her, before he burst into a small snicker. "Seeing how King Conaan isn't here, you might just know the real story."

"How could you? How could you dream of doing that to father? Why did you not...