Step down from the throne.
King Finn.
“Tell me, father, what did you do to her?” I asked, holding the hem of his clothes.
“Hehe. Look at you, going crazy because of her, a mere wolf. I pity the future of this kingdom, Finn,” he mocked. “I can’t let you stay or marry that time bomb of a woman. She isn’t fit to be the queen, son. Wake up and stop searching for her.”
“Father!” I roared.
“I have no idea she has this kind of effect on you. If I knew, I could have killed her, son,” he sneered. “I wouldn’t have let her live.”
I was at peace when he said this. He didn’t kill her. I was the one to blame. I shouldn’t have let her stay behind. I should have brought her along with me. I regret this. I wish I could rewind time and correct my mistake.
“Mother,” I said, facing my mother, who was s
