“Your Majesty emerged victorious in the joust against Prince Johannes.”
“But I am certain I fell off my horse…”
“It was Prince Johannes who fell. It seems you were dreaming.”
A faint smile touched Damien’s lips as he narrowed his eyes. “That is indeed good news.”
Seeing Damien smile for the first time since he regained consciousness, Chloe placed a hand over her heart to quell its frantic beating.
“I wanted to win,” Damien remarked.
With her hands wrapped around her warm teacup, Chloe said, “Your Majesty has never been defeated by Prince Johannes. And now…”
“Now?
Chloe cleared her throat. “You are the Sun of Swanton,” she replied with composure.
Damien frowned as realization dawned on his face; he finally understood the reason behind everyone’s deferential address. Yet, instead of relief, he felt an overwhelming sense of suffocation stemming from the blankness in his memory.
“I am now the King?”
“Yes.”
“Where is Johannes?”
“He is no longer of this world.”
