“Duty,” he sighed, his gaze drifting downward. “Why?”
“He took the throne; killed your father. He tried to kill you.”
“Why?”
“Power, greed,” I surmised. “The usual companions of man.”
“What was his reason? He played with me as a kid, you know? bounced me upon his knee.”
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “He may have had some justification.”
“When I was a child, the harvests were good, the people were fed. We were at peace. He brought on war and famine and poverty. He has made us odious to our neighbors.”
“Then it’s time, prince, to take the throne.”
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