[Damian's POV]
I felt hot, trying so hard to control myself as I could see he was struggling and I realized him.
He fell clumsily to the ground, managing to stand erect while his head was bowed. He coughs and rubs his throat.
His face glistened red as he pant softly. I could sense his fear if I killed him.
His forlorn stare, his trembling legs and I scoffed at the goosebumps on him.
I never meant that, perhaps, my fear and grief made me this wild. What if I lose the throne? Even if I felt remorseful for him, I didn't want to show it to him that I was a weak king.
My feet moved a distance away from him. I was weary, and just needed to clear my head. If it were someone else, I was certain I'd burst him open.
However, not to Adnar, I still need him. "We are going on a tour to the emerald pack" I announced not wanting to air my purpose of going there.
He bowed properly, his hassle breath, I could still hear it, his heart raced fast as he hadn't gotten over the fact.
