Inside the hidden room, Killian stood frozen, his lips tightly pressed together and his fists clenched. The words of the conversation he had overheard still echoed in the room, sending shivers down his spine. They were aware. They knew he wasn't human. They knew he was a demon.
But why had they not taken action against him?
Why hadn't they banished him, imprisoned him, raised an alarm, or worse, killed him? Instead, they treated him as if he were an ordinary human, nurturing him as a prince and raising him for so many years.
Why? Why would the queen or the king need to do this? What were their motives?
What was the ceremony they were talking about? And how was Cassius related to all of this?
A cascade of questions flooded his mind. He waited, listening intently for any further clues to help him to solve this issue. A knot of anxiety twisted in his stomach as he waited for the conversation to continue.
