King of Griffindale

Chapter 12 - The Inevitable Exile

Cyrus covered his face, trying to process everything he had discovered so far. He had thought telling his mother about his exile would be too much for her to bear, but instead, everything she was telling him felt that way.

So his father had seen this coming and prepared a way for his son ahead of time? His mother had also been accumulating wealth just so her son could stand a chance against all possible odds. He felt butterflies in his stomach, not knowing what to say.

She placed both hands on her son's cheeks. "You have grown into a fine young man," she said. "You are my pride and joy. So know that even if you fail, I couldn't have asked for a better son."

Then she brought both hands down and gestured towards the chest in the dark corner of the room. "Help yourself."

Cyrus seemed reluctant to do so, and she understood why. "She didn't restrain you from taking at least a sack of gold, did she?" asked Thea.

Cyrus looked back at her as if uncertain about the para