"What is going on?" I asked slowly, my voice so low I almost thought of repeating the question.
Daniel looked up, then gave a small smile. "His Highness happens to recognize me now. Is it time for me to apologise for how I treated you at first?"
Zidane was silent, and I was waiting for him to say something that would give me an inkling of what was happening. Was Daniel a friend or a foe?
Zidane let out a shaky breath, then looked up, his eyes darting slowly between Daniel's.
"Are you here to tell me all of those things again?"
Daniel shook his head. "I told you once. It didn't work. You only shaped yourself to become the perfect prince. You knew your mate would never have committed suicide. You didn't believe the bullshit about Isabella's marriage. Hell, you didn't even believe the b
