I looked up at the wall where he’d hung my family crest along with the others, still not used to the idea that some ancestor of mine was a sellout who’d saved some asshole king that was probably not worth it. I’d threatened my kids with death if they spread this sh*t , but I know it won’t last. It’s only a matter of time before I have to deal with their mother and her sh*t .

“Turn it off, Lyon.” I hit the off switch, and we were treated to the ...