Cage replied, "No, he is Tarquin, heir to the throne of Armand."

Tavian's gaze flickered back to Brialle. "Yes, I can see that. The resemblance is uncanny." His playful expression turned devious. "Although, I don't see much of his father in him...are you quite certain of his parentage?"

Instantly, Armand was on his feet, his eyes glowing crimson, a fierce growl releasing from his chest. He took a step toward Tavian, who eagerly rose to meet him. At the same time, Talon quickly handed Tarquin to Kieran, and he and Cage pushed themselves in between the warring Armand and Tavian.

Alaric was also on his feet, but he stayed planted...