Damian's gaze remained fixed on the door.
"So... what happens now?" Seraphina asked, her fingers fidgeting nervously. Her eyes locked onto his, searching for answers.
He pressed his lips together.
"L-Lord Damian?" Seraphina tried again, feeling a sense of distance between them despite their proximity.
Although he stood right in front of her, it felt as if his mind and thoughts were far away.
"Two more weeks until the coronation. Until then, you'll be hiding here," Damian finally replied.
Seraphina frowned. "And then?"
"Well, my hope is that no one sees you, princess. If someone does, it would be game over for both of us," he explained.
"For you?"
"Yes, for me too," Damian affirmed.
A surge of questions flooded Seraphina's mind. Why would it be the end for him? Wasn't he a prince? Did it have something to do with his lack of powers? And if so, why? Could it be the same curse that plagued the prince during her mother's time?
