"You've returned."
Quinn answered with a brief nod, his half-smirk settling back into its old, familiar lines with apparent ease. "I've come for Ryndoon."
The king lifted a wary brow. "For Ryndoon, you say?"
His reply was matter-of-fact. "Yes, I am here to worm my way back into your good graces, for the express purpose of taking your kingdom."
Quinn had always favored blunt honesty in the past. Seemingly, not much had changed during his prolonged exile. The reminder of former times brought a wry smile to the king's face, chased by a fleeting grimace. Not all memories were pleasant.
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