Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160225002526/@comment-17114085-20160308111359

"Julien isn't going anywhere. His time will come." Rob replied, his voice filled with rage.

The army was on the march, and it would probably take another day to reach their destination. So for now, Rob tried to clear his mind. It wouldn't do to let his anger and grief cloud his judgment.

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"My king, we still have not been able to get anything out of the old man." A soldier reported to Julien.

"So he doesn't know where the prince is or he is just that strong-willed." Julien grunted angrily. He was in the study in Jehanna, facing the lit fireplace of Edgar Stentor. On the mantle of the fireplace were two small statues, one of the Stentor Family's sigil and another of the Lariat Family's sigil. King Julien grabbed the Stentor statue and threw it on the ground, shattering it. "Hang him next to the boy."

"Will do, you grace." The soldier replied and left the study.