'War? The islanders?'
Damien's heart skipped a beat as he overheard the mention of a war involving the Islanders. He leaned in closer, trying to catch more details from the conversation.
"That's true? Some fools they are," another man spoke, taking a large gulp from his tankard. "What happened then? Their arrogance has been deflated and they are now ruled by our King. Fools."
'Ruled? What the fuck is going on?' Damien felt a knot inside his mind. A cold feeling draped him. Back in his mind, he knew what happened, but he refused to believe it.
"Yeah. Look at the luck of the Zadkiels'," the first man said. "The Duke is the Governor there. Since the Silverthorne was always by his highness's side, I thought he would've been the Governor but no...it makes no sense at all."
'No fucking sense,' his mind screamed. 'They're lying!'
But he couldn't deny that.
Not after hearing these stories.
