The grand hall is packed, the buzz of conversation filling the air as Cassidy and I slip in among the gathered crowd.
My eyes immediately seek out the raised dais at the far end, where the king and queen are seated.
I catch my breath when I see King Damon.
His face is a mirror image of Caspian’s, down to the sharp jawline and high cheekbones.
For a moment, I think it is Caspian until he shifts slightly, and the softer brown eyes meet mine.
I let out a breath.
Not Caspian. The king.
“That’s his dad?” I whisper to Cassidy, nudging her lightly with my elbow.
She nods, her lips curving into a wry smile. “Spitting image, isn’t he?”
“Almost. The eyes give it away,” I murmur, glancing at the queen beside him. Her strawberry-blonde hair catches the light, and her icy gray eyes survey t
