Weak

 The opportunity presented itself for the second time that day. 

Taeh’s whole family, his people, could’ve all been avenged, if he wasn’t so terrified. The King of Erzuheim stood in front of him. Standing at about 5’4 and only 14 years old, the king would not have been an impossible target. The issue was Taeh himself was shorter, and younger than he was. Only 12. If he failed, he would be locked up or even executed. He would become another Renodi casualty at the hands of King Sigurd. Taeh looked upon the boys blonde, almost white hair, and decided that he could take him if he was quick. Taeh felt the back of his shirt for the blade he had hidden there. It would seem that Sigurd recognized him as one of the Renodi that occupied the Tethys mountains, the Tethys mountains that the Erzuheim empire so desperately believed was theirs, despite it being the land of the Renodi for so long. 

He could feel his anger building up in him the longer he had to look upon the face of Sigurd. 

“No. Taeh, remember why we are here,” a voice whispered to him as a hand was placed on his shoulder. He looked up only to be greeted by the face of Jonas, he looked worried, though Taeh couldn't quite pinpoint the source of his worries. 

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