-Damian-
“That’s strange,” I heard the king say from his desk. Both Garrett and I looked up to see him studying a paper closely with his yellow eyes.
“What is it, my lord?” I inquired.
“Selene,” he said, scanning the paper again. “She has requested that her father be put under isolation.”
“What?” Garrett exclaimed. “Does she understand what that means?”
The king shrugged, leaning back in his chair. He ran a finger over his chin, contemplating the implications of her request.
“She would assume full responsibility for her father and ensure he serves his sentence. If he somehow escapes or does anything from within the house, it would be her head on the line,” I pointed out.
“I know. That’s what worries me,” he said. “I’m not certain she understands how risky isolation can be.”
I glan
