The meeting room in the north block resembled that of a mourning room. The deafening silence was beginning to make it feel more dreadful and eerie. No one had the nerves to initiate the conversion, something or the other overwhelmed everyone.
The king and the queen were still recovering from the confession of the morning. Both were anguished because of the scar that they could never get rid of Ursula's body even after they disbanded him. They had wondered for countless nights if the mark would go after Benjamin's death, unaware that he was already dead ages ago. The kind and queen believed that Benjamin was pulling all the strings, while Dean and Dimitri Goldmoon were his puppets. They still couldn't figure out who could be the third child!
Dean and Dimitri were definitely Benedict's k
