Elara looks up to him, no fear whatsoever in her eyes and that rattled him.
Everywhere he goes, people cower in fear, yet this girl has no ounce of fear towards him.
"What is it Desmond?" Elara asks as she now acquires the whole memory of that woman.
Desmond raises his brows. How did she know his name? And why did she say it like that? Almost like…
He internally shakes his head refusing to believe such a thing was possible.
"You dare to not bow to the king of Dalmentia and yet you still have the confidence to ask what is it?" He turns looking at everyone.
"Is this what the kingdom of Arameor has become?" Elara noticed his voice has turned more huskier than before.
A sign of too much drinking no doubt. Does he perhaps feel guilty for killing that woman?
She almost laughed at her own question, how would a man who killed his own sister in cold blood regret anything?
"Who are you?" He finally turns his attention to her.
"The royal consort" she replied and he scoffed.
