Killian pov
It was outrageous. They all looked as if they had high hopes for that damned human. The king had spoken with respect towards that lowly being and it looked as though they were counting on him. How pathetic! He had even given him the sword of Lord Tristan! I couldn’t believe it. It should have been me! Not him. If anyone was worth holding that precious sword, it was me.
I know that he was the one who found the treasure and the sword. But still, such an honoured weapon should be handled by someone of high status. Someone like me, the one who is betrothed to the princess, and the future king. Not a powerless human.
I had stomped out of the palace when I saw how they had bid him goodbye. When I saw how Sasha looked at him, my blood boiled in anger. She never looked at me like t
Aksara