Prince felt bile rise in his throat at the suggestion, his stomach churning with disgust. Yet, he swallowed his pride and forced the words from his mouth. "Dear uncle, what is it that you require?"
Godfrey smiled faintly, his frailty masking the venom behind his grin. "The first thing I wish to do," he began, "is to apologize."
Prince's eyes flicked up to meet his uncle's, his brow furrowing. "Apologize?" he repeated. "For what?"
"For this miserable existence that I have forced upon you," Godfrey said, his voice heavy with what sounded like remorse, though Prince doubted its sincerity.
Prince's voice remained steady, but his mind raced. "Forced upon me? What exactly are you speaking of?"
"Come," Godfrey said, rising slowly from the throne. His movements were deliberate, almost ceremonial. "There is something I want to show you."
