KYLER'S POV— 24

After adjusting her hair, she cleaned up her face and straightened her dress and shoes. I open the door. Perry and Kesem look away the moment they spot us. My hands are locked in Isabelles.

I stop, that's true, gold, "Perry?" I call, and he turns to me, head lowered. "The gold in the bag, deliver it to Victoria," I say.

He finally looks at me. Isabelle grabs my arms tight, "Kyler?"

"It's fine, it's a little gesture," I say, and turn to Perry, "You heard me,"

"Yes, Sire," He says, looks at Kesem and walks past us. Kesem rushes towards me.

"Lord Gale?" I ask. He shakes his head.

"He isn't there now, Your Majesty," he says.

"Change the location to the throne room," I say.

"Yes, Your Highness,"

We arrive at the throne room, and the outside guards open the door. I look at Isabelle, and her jaw drops, staring at the throne prepared beside mine.

Her shaky smile, and she looked at me, "Is that mine?" She asks with her brows shot up.

"Of course, be wherever I am," I say, "Except for wars,"