David’s POV
I take a deep breath, meeting the mixed gazes of suspicion and anticipation from Ashley and Sophia.
“That’s right,” I begin slowly. “Three years ago, at the former king’s funeral, Maxwell’s little… outburst? I orchestrated the whole thing.”
Sophia’s mouth falls open, her expression shifting to one of pure shock. Ashley, however, just smirks, a flicker of an “I knew it” smile playing on her lips. It seems she’s already guessed most of it and was just waiting for my confirmation.
I ignore their reactions, letting myself get lost in the memory. My thoughts pierce through the veil of three years, returning to the turning point I had planned for so long.
“Three years ago,” my voice drops, becoming low and distant, “I am just a young heir in name only. My father, Daniel, still h
