"YOUR MAJESTY!!!"
Cries erupted from every corner of the square as the officials, soldiers and attendants who had been standing at a respectful distance finally reacted.
Several rushed forward instinctively, while others froze where they stood, their faces drained of color as they stared at the sight of Damian standing before the little girl with a golden dagger buried in his chest.
The civilians beyond the barricades erupted into confusion, their earlier cheers completely replaced by screams and frantic shouting. Flowers that had filled the air only moments earlier now lay scattered across the red carpet as people pushed against one another, desperately trying to understand what had happened.
Blood rolled slowly from the corner of Damian's lips as he lowered his gaze toward the golden blade plunged into his chest. His expression remained unnaturally dull despite the situation, and that strange calm immediately made several of the people rushing toward him slow down.
