CHAPTER Seventy Reduce Your Voice Damsel

  Elena's POV.

  "What do you mean my life is in danger?" I asked, hoping I hadn't heard him right the first time.

  He cleared his throat, his hand grasping for mine, pulling me closer. "Can we not talk about it?" he asked, his voice laced with a sigh. I shook my head, my eyes fixed on his.

  "No, I want to know. Talk to me." I pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper. He stared at me, his gaze intense.

  "It's the battle for the throne. My brother...he was the one who launched the last attack." My eyes widened, a gasp escaping my lips.

  "How could he do such a thing?" I asked, my voice trembling with shock and fear.