own daughter? How much did he hate me, loathe me at times? I tried to remember if there was a time he treated me unfairly, but I couldn’t think of any. I only remembered the times I’d treated him unfairly, blaming him because he was paranoid. If only….if only didn’t exist.
Sir Robert opened the door we’d entered and we climbed up the stairs again. I almost bumped into Sir Robert who just stood on the top of th stairs. He moved away and housands of people were standing outside.
They all became super quiet as I stood there, frozen in one spot. Then one by one they took a knee, just like the people had a couple of hours ago.
I gasped when it became too much and had to suppress my tears as all of this was so overwhelming. A couple of hours ago, it was only a small party believing me, now, it was half of Paegeia.
“Long may you reign!” one guy shouted.
He shouted it again and this time a couple more joined him. It grew and grew until it was a chant that didn’t even seem real.
Sir Robert touched my shoulder gently, tears in his eyes too as he stared at all that was before us. Something in his eyes told me it wasn’t the first time he’d witnessed something like this.
He looked down at me. “Long may you reign, princess.”
y mind was full of questions: things I just couldn’t comprehend. Why Al never told me about Elena, what he must have been going through.
In the old days we shared everything, and I mean everything. I wasn’t just his dragon, I was his friend, his shoulder to cry on when nobody was watching, especially the time Katie rejected him, when she stopped living, crying all the time, fighting with him all the time.
His men and I always thought it was about Tanya. I even thought that Al asked her to choose between him and her dragon, and that she chose him, letting Tanya go free.
It was an easy thing to think as he never got along with Tanya and it was hard for him that Katie shared a dent with her, a bond so strong that we would never be able to comprehend how it worked. I was furious with him because of it, but I never questioned him as he was also my king.
Now I know better, it wasn’t just for Katie that he cried but for Elena too.
I huffed thinking of those times he tried to tell me so badly, but he always sent me away, telling me he wanted to be alone. I should’ve seen it, the way he used to look at Sammy’s Dragon figure, stare at her for hours. I thought it was longing for a child he could never have, not the one he had to give up because of Goran and Blake.
How couldn’t I see it? When Blake and Elena find a way to get pass those deathly snatchers, I will find Goran, I will kill him, and I will laugh and spit in his face while my blade is stuck in his chest. I don’t care who his brother was, he betrayed us all. He will die, even if it’s the last thing I do.
Footsteps entering the house brought me out of my string of thoughts.
I closed my eyes and let the swift came. I could hear everything, someone breathing, a faint heart beating. It was him.
“What the …”
I switched on the light. “Hello, son.”
He spun around. “Dad?” A confused look plastered itself on his face as he looked around him, bewildered. “What happened here?”
I smiled. “We don’t live here anymore. I bought ground and we’re rebuilding the manor.”
He narrowed his eyes, thinking really hard and then he huffed. “She gave you money.”
“No, I had been left some money in the king’s vault a long time ago. I never knew he transferred it to the new one,”
I lied. My son would never accept any of it if he knew it came from her father.
The corners of his mouth twitched. “No more scraping around, turning each Paegolian over twice.”
“I learned my lesson, it will be spent wisely.”
He nodded.
“So you’re back.”
He shook his head. “I came because you need to get Elena out of there. She’s feeling trapped and I can’t deal with her feelings right now.”
My eyebrows knitted together. “How did you know about her, and what do you mean she’s feeling trapped?”
“Seriously,” he gave me a raised eyebrow. “Dad, she is