Head Of Stone

“Let us be straight,” Morgan stated, narrowing his cruel eyes. “You are saying to me that you are doubting us as someone who had stolen father’s treasures? Have you gone insane, Caspian?”

Caspian swipe aside his long hair, letting it rest on his left shoulder. “I don’t doubt, I am stating the fact.”

“What fact are you saying in this case?” Morgan narrowed his eyes, unhappy that he had been doubted. “You doubting us brothers is the most blasphemous statement I have heard from your filthy mouth.”

“Morgan,” warned Vetis, “No matter what Caspian is your older brother. Respect him.”

Morgan clicked his tongue, “So you are telling me that I should be quite while he doubt us?”

“I am not, therefore, brother Caspian, please do not point your hand on anyone,” Vetis worked as the middlemen between the brothers as no one was as self composed as him.

“I do not but think of it,” Caspian twirled his finger for a black key to float above his hand, “Only us have this key. Us, who have father’s blood wi