"There is power in your blood, my nephew," Godfrey said, his voice steady yet cryptic. "That power has yet to awaken. And I cannot tell you how or when exactly, but it will awaken. It is there." He paused, letting his words sink in before continuing. "I kept you alive for two reasons.
The first reason: upon turning eighteen, I knew that you would awaken Pedro as your ancestor.
The second reason was because, if I were to die and the Bourbon name was to be lost, I wanted you to be able to take over."
"What? What are you talking about?" Prince demanded, his suspicion thick in his voice.
"I had no guarantee that I would survive this," Godfrey explained. "I needed insurance. That's why I let you leave. I let you reclaim the color of arms."
"You let me?" Prince asked incredulously, his voice rising. "This is a lie. You didn't care about me. You didn't care about any of us!"
