Chapter 88

Troy

“Where the hell are we supposed to go, Bailey,” Aron snarled at me.

I looked the arrogant noble up and down, completely unbothered by his aggression. “I told you…you are welcome to camp out on my property, but my people are coming home. I gave you a month, and you did nothing. You didn’t attempt to find employment, you didn’t contribute to the household. You just…sat here.”

“Employment?” Morgan asked. “You want us to go out there and work? Like commoners?”

“I did it,” I said. “I worked like a fucking donkey to fund your stupid war, to make sure you could cling to your precious status and your crumbling little empires.”

I let my words hang in the air for a while before I went on. “What did my father promise you? When he told you to burn down your homes and your farms. What did he promise you return?”

The nobles exchanged uncomfortable looks but no one answered me.

“Yes, I know about that. I know everything. You forgot what you made. You’ve forgotten what I am.”

“Prince,” Mo