"When will you tell us what all of this means?" Zidane suddenly asked, his voice low. "When will you let us know our fate?"
Daniel met Zidane's eyes before he covered the distance. "Just trust me. Our first impression was not the best, but I would give anything to see you ascend the throne. I would give anything to see you alive."
Zidane watched him, and I could see the exhaustion getting to him. The questions. The uncertainty. The helplessness between two people who knew things he didn't.
I slowly wrapped my hands around Zidane's waist, my eyes closing tight as I sighed into his back. He held my hand in place, and Daniel let out a sigh.
"This is a mess," he said, his eyes low. "They are getting to you in more ways than you will probably ever know."
"Let them," Zidane said, causing Da
