Sebastian
The king holds his hands up in the universal gesture for don’t blame me. I don’t, not really. They have both been more accommodating than I had any right to hope for. In fact, I’m already sure that this is my fault, somehow. It always has been, in the past. But I had hoped, this once, I may be able to finally get something right for a change.
“You made me swear,” the king tells me. “I gave you my word.”
“Yes,” the queen sighs. “You certainly didn’t try to find a way around it, either.”
“I want to help you,” he swears. “I want to see you get this right.”
“How many times?” I demand.
He cringes, which is answer enough.
“Where did we go back to, last time?” I ask, still shaking.
“Birth,” the queen admits.
“What if we try another point in time?” Viola asks. “The attack, with
