[For Mature Audience]
"Paint?" I smiled.
He nodded, taking my hand that wasn't holding Trinity's. "I figured, after everything that's happened today, you'd need a calm night."
He was right. It wasn't until his kind words spilled out that I could feel the weight of today's events bare down on my chest. A soreness that pulsated viciously, growing heavier with every worry that evoked my mind. This competition. My father's death. My crown was in danger in the hands of Avant. Zeph was imprisoned below the palace. My father's killer is still on the loose.
I hadn't realized I was crying until he wiped away my tears and Trinity squeezed my hand tighter, leaning her head on my shoulder. "I was so cruel to him...after mother died...everything...to me...was his fault. And now...I won't...be able
