“Why Gorth, to what do I owe the honor?” Galin said with a mocking bow.
“Don’t mock me brother, or I shall leave you to rot in exile.”
“I don’t believe so. It was a long trip, you must have something important to discuss.”
“Garath has become a nuisance. It’s time he be removed from the line of succession.”
“Murder our own brother? You recall why father sent me away, don’t you?”
“Father is dying. If you assist me, I will lift your exile.”
“As you wish, brother.”
It was the day after Gorth’s ascension when Galin’s blade found him.
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