Ronan’s POV
“You didn’t find anything?” I asked Timon for the umpteenth time like my ears had gone deaf.
He bowed his head, “I am sorry, Your Majesty. I must have gotten the wrong information.”
Ruffling my hair, I sank onto the couch feeling an unexplained exhaustion. I had eventually hurried back to the palace in the hope that Timon would catch onto something. Even though we do have a missing knife to prove that my uncle had something to do with his friend's death, it is not enough to accuse him of killing his wife.
Even though it doesn’t sound right, I am beginning to hope he might have a link to the enemy tormenting me. It probably was Elder James. What if my uncle was trying to defend me? Won’t it be wrong of me to be so hard on a person who is more like my parent?
Timon drag
