Damian's POVI felt hot, trying so hard to control myself that I could see he was struggling, and I realized him.He fell clumsily to the ground, managing to stand erect while his head was bowed. He coughs and rubs his throat.His face glistened red as he panted softly. I could sense his fear if I killed him.His forlorn stare, his trembling legs and I scoffed at the goosebumps on him.I never meant that, perhaps, my fear and grief made me this wild. What if I lose the throne? Even if I felt remorseful for him, I didn't want to show to him that I was a weak king.My feet moved a distance away from him. I was weary, and just needed to clear my head. If it were someone else, I was certain I'd burst him open.However, not to Adnar, I still needed him. "We are going on a tour to the Emerald Pack," I announced, not wanting to air my purpose of going there.He bowed properly. I could still hear it, his heart raced fast, as if he hadn
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