"Your Majesties!" The servants exclaimed as they saw Arlen and me enter the castle.
We knew they would all be worried, but I had to see the pit before today.
"I know," I replied as I glanced at Arlen. "We know. We will get ready, don't you worry," I assured them.
Some exhaled in relief while others bit their tongues.
Either way, it was our coronation day.
Of course, Arlen and I took longer than expected. Ever since I had that dream, I returned to my old self. I feel sad about my father's death, but at least I don't hate him anymore.
In his way, he saved us all, and that was all that mattered to me.
Returning to my old self meant Arlen and I could barely keep our hands away from each other. When we reached the throne room, we could already hear the anxious murmurs of all our a
