Remly excused himself, saying he would give me time to think. I sighed, throwing my head back in frustration. Did I give away too much? Would Remly tell the King that I knew their true purpose behind giving me the throne? I shook my head, there was nothing I could do now, if I had to act my way out of the situation, then I would. I looked toward the stone tower, a solemn spear of worn brick in the empty rose garden. I wanted to see Axel. I quickly finished my journey up to his little room. Standing in front of the familiar wooden door, I knocked once, a short, concise sound.
"Come in," Axel said.
I opened the door, seeing him at his desk, ink and paper in hand. He smiled at me, something warm and comforting. He stood, and I approached him, relief surrounding me as I stepped into his fami
