Damian's POV

I felt hot, trying so hard to control myself that I could see he was struggling, and I realized him.

He fell clumsily to the ground, managing to stand erect while his head was bowed. He coughs and rubs his throat.

His face glistened red as he panted softly. I could sense his fear if I killed him.

His forlorn stare, his trembling legs and I scoffed at the goosebumps on him.

I never meant that, perhaps, my fear and grief made me this wild. What if I lose the throne? Even if I felt ...