Dorian.
That’s his name.
It is fitting and somehow, just like Damien, it felt right.
And they were twins. No wonder they looked so alike.
He takes a shaky breath, his hands on either side of his face. “I haven’t heard that name in four years. For so long I have used Damien’s identity.”
“But why?” It is still so confusing to me. Nothing made sense. “Why did you need to take his name? His identity?”
“Because no one outside the family knew who Dorian Krul was.” He revealed and I could only stare. “I was born sickly and for most of my life they thought I was going to die. Even with time and the best physicians, I wasn’t getting better. I was a weakness to the throne, an imperfection to the royal family, so they kept my existence a secret.”
My eyes widened. “I didn’t know. I had no id
