Chapter 70. 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.

He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "That's how it works, dear," he said, as if it was a normal thing. I couldn't understand how he could be so calm about it. "I don't want you to get involved in my life," he said, and I shook my head.