With fearful, slow steps she moved towards the raised platform where the thrones were, taking note of the other small thrones sculpted on his left side.
Was that her mother's?
She also didn't fail to notice how difficult it was for the king to move his hands, and other parts of his body. It was like he was glued to the throne.
Once she got close to the levated platform, she paused, taking deep breaths before she asked,
"I have so many questions... " She blinked, tears falling bitterly down her face. "How am I still alive to begin with?"
The man's heart clenched in pain seeing his beloved daughter cry. He wanted to embrace her and wipe her tears, but he couldn't, and that made his seething anger amplify.
"You're in pain... I not only see that Fiona. I can feel it. You've been betrayed by the one you thought would never harm you."
She scoffed.
