~Edward
I could barely focus.
The room was filled with voices—deep ones, tired ones, old ones—every single one of them trying to sound important as they spoke about my upcoming coronation. The council of elders sat around the grand oak table, each man with his scrolls, robes, and opinions. But my mind wasn’t in the room. My fingers itched to check my phone. My heart had been restless since Daphne called yesterday.
Mildred.
Just hearing her name had ripped something wide open inside of me. I’d barely slept. I kept wondering if Daphne was playing one of her ridiculous games again. But what if… what if she wasn’t?
“…Your Highness?” Elder Thompson’s gruff voice cut through the fog in my head.
I blinked and sat up straighter. “Yes?”
“We were asking when you plan to set the date for the c
