I gasped, tears running down my cheeks as I turned to the pendant of blood that was still laying on the table.
"I swear on my life, Zidane. I wronged Queen Rosemary, but I could never ruin you like that. I could never do that to a son she loved so much. I was wrong. I knew Leilyn could kill you. I hoped nothing would happen. When Daniel abducted me, I knew I deserved it all. I knew it was all my fault. I should have died with dignity."
Zidane closed his eyes, and his face slowly buried in his palm. So much had changed in just one night. So much had been ruined. Isabella, his father, and the tragic death of his mother. It was bound to break a man.
"Zidane," I said, leaning further, my chest heaving.
He didn't reply, and I wrapped my fingers around him, bringing him to rest on my shoulde
