" Aren't you worried about what might become of your followers and friends?"
Arslan snapped. Was that a threat? Even if they were outnumbered, it didn't seem as though Harun was bluffing.
" I once was like you," Harun pressed on, finally sensing a crack forming, and all he needed was to attack from that direction. " Someone who had left everything to others, saying they knew better. I was the youngest prince, born to a mere servant. I had the weakest claim to the throne. I didn't have any interest in it in the first place, just like you… but…"
Harun gritted his teeth as memories of the uprising in the palace flashed before him. Friends he had once laughed with and enjoyed their company. Ones who begged him to take the throne before things got any bloodier.
He was too late to take up his sword and fight. And even though he had taken the throne, he wouldn't ever be able to bring them back.