After breakfast, Damien waited for Elenor outside the dining hall. His hands were shoved into his pockets, his expression unreadable as always. When she stepped out, he gestured for her to follow him down the corridor.
"Uhhmm, Can we talk?" he asked, his voice low but firm.
Elenor frowned, sensing the tension in his tone. "Sure. What is it?"
They walked a short distance to a quiet room, away from the eyes of the palace staff. Damien closed the door behind them and turned to face her.
"There's something I need to make clear," he began, his eyes fixed on her.
"It's about Scarlett." He said and Elenor scoffed silently before giving him the go-ahead to continue.
"She is someone I've known for a very long time. We practically grew up together. I cannot remember a time in my life when she
