Coal
SUCRE MIGHTY! I remember my mother's words from her letter. 'Remember, the blood of the Sucre might run through you. I am hoping someone has reached out to you from my people to either try to kill you or take you back to my home.'
The blue-eyed man leads me to the high table. Asking me to take a seat on the last royal chair that is not occupied, and I refuse.
I am not stupid to sit at the same table with people who are trying to kill me.
“Thank you for a very nice introduction. I don't care who you are or what you lead. The question remains. Why am I here? And what do you want from me?”
“We are here to talk. Calm down.”
“Calm down!? You did not find a better way to communicate with me than to team up with my uncle in trying to kill me by kidnapping me like this.”
“You are the only living heir to the Sucre Mighty. Didn’t you hear what I just said?” The blue-eyed man turns to me, dumbfounded as if he expected another reaction from me.