Damien's POV
Days passed before the queen requested my audience at the palace. It was a simple call with direct instructions that came from Dorian. Arcanis and I were still unnerved by her.
What did she want this time?
At the palace, on arrival, I was immediately directed to her chambers.
As I entered, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She regarded me with an inquisitive expression, as if trying to gauge my attitude.
"Damien, please have a seat," she said, gesturing to a chair beside her.
I obeyed, feeling a bit nervous under her scrutinizing gaze.
"Your Majesty, you wished to see me?" I asked respectfully.
" Yes, I did," she replied.
"I wanted to discuss something concerning my son, Cedric, and Princess Nuru."
My heart skipped a beat at the mention of both Cedric
