THE KING'S CONDITION GOT WORSE

The memories came trickling down in Zenith's mind. At first, it was only a sad face of Dawn that he saw, the resentment and pain in her eyes haunted him before the strong feeling of remorse hit him, without him knowing what actually he had done to feel such regret.

However, as days went by and the closer he got to her, it was almost like the barrier that clouded his mind finally lifted and the memories came rushing back.

After that night, more awful memories hit him.

No one knew about this.

No one could understand his dreams.

"Zenith, I don't think it is appropriate for you to bring me here," Dawn said, her expression worried. She glanced at the closed door.

For other people, Zenith was the king and for him to pull her into an empty room when all the people knew she was here with Zenith to have their ceremony, would create a rumor. Dawn didn't want that.