Anton didn't spare Vincent another look and turned to the rest of the family. "Soon, I will take to the field. With the Clovers in the war, I cannot risk the command falling into other hands. That being the case." Anton leaned back. "Things have already been prepared in the event I fall during battle. As for Brandon, plans have already been made as well." The entire table leaned closer, intrigued by what Anton had done.
"Brandon, Ester and Cleeve." Anton interlocked his fingers and looked around at his family. Tristan met his gaze for that momentary second, and in his gaze, he saw the flicker of sadness and regret, the smallest amount Anton could even muster. "They cannot survive," Anton said queitly, dreading having even mentioned the act of Kinslaying.
"Father." Mabel spoke up, "I... I understand, Uncle Brandon, but Cleeve and Ester. Do they truly pose such a threat?" Mabel asked about her grandaunt and uncle.
