"Hm? That you Guilliman?" Seated atop the throne seat the man in Blacksteel amour pulled up his helmet and looked down at Guilliman with surprise.
This wasn't the blacksteel lord Klaus, it was one of his many sons. In particular….Franklin.
"Don't tell me you finally killed your father" Guilliman raised his eyebrow seeing Franklin on the main throne of the castle.
Unlike the old devil, he recognized this place. It was where himself and Victoria got into a mortal battle against the raven lord.
"Ahh, don't say such treasonous words in here, I would never think of doing that" Franklin smirked bitterly his eyes dashing around in panic.
He was one of Klaus most troublesome heirs, on several occasions he had, in a fit of rage threatened to kill the Blacksteel lord and take his place. This was highly treasonous, but the old man didn't seem to care half the time.
Rather, he drew Franklin closer by the minute.
