Regret  of a King 

“I figured it out the day Henry left,” King Valtor said calmly. “Right after the incident with the Luna.”

I listened silently, my heart pounded.

“That was the day you fell apart,” he continued. “Depression set in immediately. Tears upon tears. You barely spoke to anyone.”

I swallowed hard.

“Your mother noticed first,” he added. “She came to me and told me everything she observed, how you withdrew, how you locked yourself up.” He paused briefly. “That was when I decided to look into it myself.”

My breath paused.

“I reviewed your activities through the CCTV,” he went on. “And that’s when I saw it.. you...