EXHAUSTION
Damien's POV
“Well?” He asked a any response took too long. I was conflicted. My father and my uncle weren't exactly on good terms but I still didn't know how he would take this news. Would he understand? Or would this cause a rift between us?
“Fuck it.” I muttered quietly. I was the King now and if he didn't like what I did, then so be it.
“Uncle Kieran, I imprisoned my father.” I said with a firm tone.
We stood in silence as Kieran's blank gaze held mine.
“And what about your twin? Steve?” He finally spoke.
“Steve is dead, I killed him.” I said without hesitation as I watched his expression closely. For a while, Kieran didn't move. Then, to my utter surprise, a booming laugh escaped his lips. I was shocked, this wasn't the reaction I was expecting. But, it was better than no reaction.
“Dead?” He wheezed as a tear escaped his right eye. “You, Damien, taking the throne, imprisoning your father and killing your brother? You sly dog! I never knew you had it in you!”
“Uncle.. Kieran?” Shocked washed over me as I saw his reaction. “you’re okay with this?”
He walked up to me with a grin and clapped me on the shoulder. “More than okay nephew, I never really liked those two. Between you and me, you were always my favorite.”
My lips stretched in a smirk. I had forgotten how unpredictable this man could be.
“Later, you'll tell me what led you to take such drastice measures. For now, I'm hungry.” Kieran yawned and he made his way towards the royal kitchen.
I stood behind for a second, contemplating whether I should tell him I had a mate and she was a hybrid. So far, no one was pleased by this news and my authority as king was the only thing keeping Freda safe for now.
“Hey Damien, you coming or what?” Kieran called out.
“Coming.” I replied, walking towards him. I decided, he won't know about Freda, at least not now. Everything would be revealed at the day of the coronation. Until then, I didn't want him to know. If he did before then, so be it.
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After twenty minutes of watching Uncle Kieran binge eat and recounting tales of his adventures outside, I was exhausted. I bidded him goodnight and let out a wide yawn. My bones creaked as I stretched them and my eye lids were drooping. It was time to sleep.
I walked through the empty hallways and reached the doorways to my chambers in record time. I found the two guards I had stationed there still faithfully at their posts. They snapped their attention to focus and bowed as I approached.
“At ease.” I instructed. “Has she attempted to leave her room this evening?”
“No your majesty.” the first guard responded . “She has not attempted to leave.”
“Several times your Majesty.” the other guard interjected causing the first one to glare at him.
*Several times?” I asked.
“Indeed, she approached the door on three separate occasions, each time testing the handle but did not attempt to force it open.”
“Alright, anyone tried to enter the room?”
“Only the maid, your majesty. She delivered her dinner and she spent quite sometime with her inside.” the second guard replied.
“Alright. You may both stand down for the night.” I nodded and waved them off. They bowed and left my chambers and with a tired sigh, I pushed the door open
