{Adrienne’s POV}
My lips slightly parted open in shock and for a moment, I just remained like that. No words escape my lips, no sound could be heard from me, and no movement could be seen from me.
Damien was looking down at the table, unable to meet my eyes. There was a small smile plastered on his lips like he was not affected at all like he was already used to telling this story that it doesn’t bother him anymore or maybe he just doesn’t want to be judged if he ever shows his real feelings about it.
“I was just nine when it happened. Pretty young to witness such violence, don’t you think?” He chuckled but I didn’t move. I couldn’t. “My father was a great king, Adrienne. He really was…but if we’re talking about being a husband and a father, I can’t say the same.” He clicked his tongue,
