- It was my fault, my Prince, I am responsible for that. - Lord Deamon said quickly, seeing Christoper boiling with anger.
- How come? - The young Prince asked through his gritted teeth.
- Someone framed me; they said I was a traitor. Clare stayed over a hostage. - The man explained quickly.
Christoper raised his head, trying to process what this man told him.
Eleanor came closer, pulling the young man back to Clare's room. She sat him on her bed and gave him her favorite stuffed bear, which her daughter had kept since childhood.
Christoper squeezed a toy, inhaling the scent that was still detectable. It helped him to calm down.
- Tell me everything from the beginning. - He told Deamon, holding the bear as if his life depended on it.
Eleanor smiled with understanding.
Deamon
