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Damien's POV.

Breakfast was usually my favorite food to eat and this morning, it was light brown pancakes with a small cup of honey and a separate cup of milk.

Usually, this would have made my day but it didn't. It wasn't even enough to distract me.

I was clouded in thoughts, thinking of how my next actions could affect the lives of everyone in the kingdom. My finger tapped unconsciously against the side of the plates several times, my mental burden wearing me down.

How could I really handle this—

"Damien!" My father's voice cut through my thoughts like a hot knife.

My eyes slowly moved to his figure as he came closer to me with rage burning through his face. Whatever he was here for couldn't be good.

"Tell me what is the meaning of this? What did you do? After I praised you?" He dared roar.

I pushed aside my plate and folded my arms. My almost non-existent appetite went out as soon as his words fell off his mouth.