Relan smashed his boot into Faust’s chest.
Faust coughed, and his head slumped with a pained groan.
“I think you misunderstand your position, Your Majesty,” Relan said. “The Kingdom of Alios belongs to Windilum by right of rule. The Kingsley line belongs to our deity, Commandant Vasil. You will be the one to hand the Kingdom of Alios to us.” Relan took his boot away and glared at Faust.
Faust took deep breaths. “What are you talking about?”
“Your grandfather ruled Windilum with the Commandant. You are the grandson of Photis Kingsley, Commandant Vasil’s Blessed, and the appointed King of Windilum.”