The King's Directive

Cassian

"Dad," I growl. The low, vibrating rumble erupts from the depths of my chest, slicing right through my father's endless, aggravating complaints about my younger brother.

He stops pacing, his heavy combat boots grinding to a halt against the packed dirt floor of the command tent. The suffocating scent of stale coffee, ozone, and old blood hangs thick in the air around us. He has been che