Matthew drops his arms from me, taking my hand in his. I find my voice as I turn to the King.
"I asked Matthew why we didn't involve you sooner," I say gently. "But he said you would have sent me back to Sparta had we reached out to you."
The King smirks, placing his hand under his chin in thought. Without much hesitation, he answers, "He's absolutely right. It would have saved me all this conflict you've stirred."
I'm slightly taken aback. A part of me has always been doubting why we didn't call the King sooner, or why Matthew was so keen in keeping me a secret as long as possible. Hearing Aiden reaffirm everything Matthew has told me is somewhat... comforting.
I stare at the King — my eyes landing on the necklace he was wearing in my dream. The medallion is still glowing a small ting
