Donovan's POV

“Donovan,” Simon got my attention. “They have arrived.”

I stood up from my leather one-seater couch and took my suit hanging on the rack. Then, I approached the door where he was standing.

“Let's go,” I muttered.

I walked past him and he followed me through the hall. The maids bowed their heads as we passed through them, paying respect to me. We went downstairs to the dining hall where my grandfather and auntie were, also my grandmother.

My guards ...