KILLIAN
Time was drawing closer, sooner or later either Ciaran or I would be announced victorious and be given the right to be known and addressed legitimately by the title of crowned prince. There were a lot of different things weighing on my mind right now and they were all pulling me in different directions. As much as I wanted to run off and find Lilibeth, sweep her up in my arms and whisk her away from this to a place where we could just be together, I knew that wasn't the answer. I needed to face my demons in the most literal way.
I had been hiding away from everything since the trial had taken place, I paced back and forth trying to get my thoughts sorted out. I pretty much figured that Ciaran would behave the way that he did when he was called out for the crimes he had committed.
