"If that's the truth, why did you claim you sent her my way? Why act as if you placed her in my life for the sake of revenge?" Damian frowned, his suspicion deepening. He still felt that August was only offering fragments of the truth, twisting them to suit his narrative.
"Because I did send her to you," August stated, a sudden pain lancing through his chest as he spoke of a loss that haunted his every thought.
"She asked me how much I loved her. She asked if I loved her enough to demand a title from the King, something equal to a Dukedom. I couldn't do it. I refused, telling her that if a title was what she craved, she should go to you instead. And she did. Whether you believe me or not is your choice, but that is the truth. I loved her so much that I was willing to see her with you just to see her happy. But you couldn't even keep her safe."
