In Killian's room, after everyone left, Jian sat beside him.
"Who's the king now?"
"Sir Oliver. They have conducted a poll in the palace. Oliver won Theodore by a vote,"
"What about my vote? Theodore should be the next King,"
"A lot is going on in the palace. We don't want to involve in that. Even Theodore took that easily," Jian said, "I don't understand why they didn't kill Sir Oliver. Do you remember anything odd on that day?"
"No, I told you everything is blank in my head," Killian huffs.
"That's fine. You might remember it later," Jian consoled.
"How long you have been here?" he asks.
"Ever since they brought you here," she answers. "I didn't leave this room,"
Killian smiles, "What if I had died?" he asks.
"Don't say that," Jian frowned.
"You should drink this tonic. It will put you on sleep again," she said and brought the tumbler to her lips.
