Hazel Moreau
"Damon Moreau."
For a moment, no one seemed to understand what I'd said, and I could see confusion on most faces around the table.
Everyone except King Alaric.
His face went completely white. His wine glass slipped from his fingers and shattered on the floor, red wine spreading across the white tablecloth like blood. He stared at me as if he'd seen a ghost.
"My father's name was Damon Moreau," I continued, my voice trembling now that I'd said it out loud. "He was your right-hand man for over a decade. He fought beside you when you claimed the throne."
King Alaric leaned back in his chair as if I'd physically struck him. "You're... you're Damon's daughter?"
I nodded, unable to speak past the tightness in my throat.
Tears gathered in his eyes, and seeing them, I felt my
