"ENOUGH!” My father barked, banging his hand on the arm of his chair. My eyes flickered towards him and suddenly rage coursed through my veins. "Give him the sword! Now!” He barked at the guard closest to him.I still sat on the floor glaring at my father. “No." The oldest council member chimed in as he stood to his feet. My head snapped towards his direction to see a strange flicker in his eyes as he prepared to challenge my father. “Why would you hand the sword of execution over to him when you have clearly declared him unfit?" “Sit down, Alaric.” My father ordered darkly, eyes blazing. “After you give us your explanation." Alaric retorted and a few hums of approval followed. My father, still on his feet, snarled at council member Alaric. "Are you challenging my authority right now?” There was suddenly a look of fear in the council member's face as my father made to step down.“No my King." He finally conceded before sitting back down but I could see he was itching to rebel