MIQUEL'S POV

My eyes had been darkened by fear, I kept muttering behind words, which I was not sure of. There was a mixture of fear and doubt in it. My legs staggered as I walked where he laid.

“Donovan?” My legs suddenly became heavy as I walked to the place he was laid.

“I'm sorry… Your Majesty, they mistook him for prince Emmett.” Timon muttered weakly, losing more blood the more he spoke. I knelt beside Donovan.

“How…how could this… Donovan, please wake up. Wake up now. You cannot leave like this! This is my fault, I should have taken you along with prince Emmett!” I sobbed loudly, carrying...