It was the most undignified sight anyone would have expected of a revered monarch like King Lester … but the last thing on King Lester's mind at this very moment was dignity.
And Aedric… remained on his knees, head bowed, as though stunned by his own voice.
Grace stood still, her heart pounding beneath the weight of the crown in her head. Her gaze remained fixed on the man who had been little less than an animal moments ago.
King Lester could hardly speak. "He… spoke," he said hoarsely while brushing off the tears shimmering in his eyes. "He called her… sister."
Jace stood beside him, blinking in disbelief. "I also heard it, Your majesty. This is… this is impossible."
But Grace was no longer interested in delving into possibilities and impossibilities after what had just happened.
Slowly, she knelt down beside Aedric, lowering herself gently until they were eye-level. Then ever so gently, rested a hand on his shoulder.
