"Killian? No, but how?" she asked, her voice trembling in confusion and worry.
She leveled her eyes with the man before her. Silently pleading for him to say that this was all a joke. It had to be.
She felt the need to shy away from the sympathetic stare he gave her as she panicked. The room felt like it had shrunk during her dilemma, causing her to wheeze.
Bryan, seeing this as a sign to intervene, wrapped his arms around her as he slowly rocked her.
"Ah, my dear Victoria, why so sad? You have something that both he and his mother could never have," he voiced calmly. His head leaning towards her eyes as he whispered. "The heir of the Fluckrishan throne."
His words caused her to release a loud laugh, which caused her to double over in his arms as she tried to catch her breath.
"Hey, I don't see what so funny," voiced Bryan as he stared at her with furrowed brows.
