Daniel gritted his teeth so hard that blood began to seep from his gums, coating his teeth in crimson. His anger broke into raw, desperate pleading as he looked into his son's blue eyes.
"Tell me the truth of what happened that day!" Daniel begged, his voice cracking with unbearable anguish. "TELL ME!"
His hands trembled violently against Axel's collar as he pleaded. "How did your mother die? Tell me how she died!"
Axel took a deep breath, calming his internal emotions. He reached up, gently unclasped his father's grip from his collar, and took a step back. His eyes turned cold once more as his gaze travelled past Daniel towards Allen Dusker.
The Duke was lying nearby on the bloodstained stone, severely weakened, waiting silently for any chance to either launch a desperate attack or flee the scene.
Axel raised his hand, pointing at the dying nobleman, and spoke with absolute authority.
