Rule of a Kingdom (Kingdom Duet #0) by Rina Kent

The similarities don’t stop there, though.

We both are silent but aren’t calm. Behind the façade, a whole world lurks inside — a world we keep exclusively to ourselves. I have a picture from when I was his age and I had that same look in my eyes — the doubt about everything.

Aiden is so different from Levi. While my nephew is constantly encouraged by his father to be chaotic and say everything on his mind, Aiden prefers to not speak unless he absolutely has to.

Pushing back in my chair, I fix him with my signature blank stare. “You should be in your bed.”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Go to bed, close your eyes, and you’ll sleep.”

He’s silent for a beat then whispers, “Mum sings or reads for me when I can’t sleep.”

“Your mum is tired today. She had to go to bed early. I’ll call Margot so she can read to you.”

Aiden and Levi like our housekeeper because she cooks their favourite food and spoils them in every way possible.

He shakes his head. “I don’t want Margot.”

“Then what do you want?”

He stares at me, swallows, and although he’s almost the same age as Ethan’s daughter, I can’t help noticing how lonely he appears right now compared to her.

My son rarely laughs or smiles but when he does, it’s either with Alicia or James. Forget about giggling like other children. That’s foreign to him.

“Can you do it, Dad?” His voice is so quiet, I can only hear him because the room is eerily silent.

Aiden doesn’t come to me when he can’t sleep. He goes to either Alicia, James or Margot.

This is a first.

I consider sending him back to his room with the housekeeper, but the desperate look in his little eyes stops me. I know it took him a lot of courage to come and ask that, and he deserves to be rewarded.

Standing up, I head to the lounge area, “Come here.”

A small smile grazes his lips as he slowly closes the door and quickens his pace towards me. I sit on the sofa opposite the glass chessboard on the table. Aiden hops beside me, his feet dangling on the high sofa, but he keeps a distance between us.

“Do you know what this is, Aiden?”

“A war board.”

“You can call it that. How did you come up with that name?”

“Because you and Uncle James go to war when you sit around this.”

“That we do. How about I teach you how to win a war?”

He snuggles to my side, so his thigh touches mine and looks up at me with wide grey eyes. I see myself in the awe of those eyes, and it’s the best way to ever see oneself. “Yes, please.”

I take a piece. “This is the king, and you need to protect it at all costs.”

“Like our last name?”

“Exactly. The king takes one step in all directions.”

“Why only one step?”

“Because winning wars takes patience.”

“Really?”

I nod and place the king piece in his tiny hands. He continues staring at it, his eyes doubling in size and his lips parting. It’s his special way of processing things. Despite being a highly intelligent kid, he’s still learning how to store information for later use.

After giving him some time to study the kind, I take another piece. “This is the queen, and you also have to protect it.”

“Why?”

“Because she can move in all directions.”

“That’s so cool.”

“It is. However, if you can win, you can sacrifice her.”

His brows crease. “But wouldn’t the king feel lonely?”

“It doesn’t matter if he’s lonely as long as he wins.”

I go on to explain the other pieces, and Aiden’s awe-filled eyes follow my every move like he’s caught in a trance.

Lifting him up, I sit him on my lap, so he can have a better view of the simulation game I’m setting up. He grins up at me, his little features breaking in joy.

I didn’t know he could smile like that, and not in front of Alicia or James or Levi, but in front of me.

That’s a first.

Who knew my son and I would be able to bond over chess? I will teach him to be the striker, to defend not only his name but also himself and anyone he holds dear.

I might not be the best father out there. I’m not as affectionate as Ethan or as good in expressing emotion, but I have one point over him.

I will not sugarcoat life for my son. He’ll learn early on that he needs to be a wolf so he won’t be eaten by wolves.

He’ll be the king everyone bends the knee for.

That’s my legacy.

Somewhere along the way, Aiden falls asleep in my arms, his long lashes fluttering over his chubby cheeks. His lips are open and his tiny fingers clutch my shirt as a safety net.

I brush my lips against his forehead.

Aiden will grow up to be the son I’m proud of.





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Jonathan





I carry Aiden in my arms to his room. His head falls against my chest and he snores softly while his small hands hold on to my shirt.

Persian carpets spill under my feet and dim yellow chandeliers lighten the way. The halls are silent, eerily so. It’s nothing like the times when my grandfather and my parents were alive.

We used to keep more staff than we needed and my mother desperately tried to breathe life into the mansion.