Thomas lay in his castle, his thoughts conflicted. He had received a call from his family to return. What should have been an easy decision for him—and a thing of joy—left him with a tough choice, one that weighed heavily on his heart.
"What exactly do they want with a failure?" he muttered under his breath, his gaze distant, staring at the towering ceiling above his bed. Memories flooded back, bitter and raw, resurfacing like wounds that had never truly healed. He could still remember the cold, indifferent look the family head had given him the day they cast him aside, announcing his exile from the family for being weak.
The Sword Family.
