Azlynn’s P.O.V.

“The east kingdom is mourning the death of the great King Vindel Burdock Ambrosia, Ann.”

No!

The confines of the vehicle restricted my airflow as for a brief moment, I couldn’t breathe at all. The cursed word ‘death’ associated with my dad’s name shriveled my stomach.

“You are lying, Daleyza. My dad can’t die!”

Her words didn’t make any sense, feeling wrong at every angle. My dad wasn’t someone who just ceased to be. He was supposed to rule over the east kingdom until Howard’s grandkids fought for the throne in our palace.

No, it must be a false alarm!

Staring at her face with hope, I pushed...