"August, you can answer my questions now, can you not?" King Nyxen asked, his gaze fixed intently on his son.
"Yes, Father." August looked at the troubled, weary lines etched into his father's face. "Were you truly scared that I might lose my life?"
King Nyxen gave a slow, heavy nod. "The physicians exhausted all their efforts to save you. There were moments when you wouldn't even wake." He fell silent, refusing to let his vulnerability show any further.
"She killed my mother," August said, the raw pain evident in his strained voice. "Xavier admitted that Alistair Spencer was assassinated solely because he discovered the Queen was behind my mother's death. I am not lying, Father. I—I will present the evidence to you soon."
