chapter 118

I sat on my throne, my eyes looking in to the distant and my ears deaf to Uncle Hero's voice.

"Your grace?" Uncle Hero called out, I don't know how many times, but I finally woke up from my daze.

I looked over to Uncle Hero before I looked at the people. That's when I realized that a case owner was standing infront of me, her hands clasped together at her stomach, cradling her swollen belly.

I cursed myself out internally before I glanced at Uncle Hero again.

"Repeat the description." I ordered and tried to focus on his words instead of the image flashing in my head.

The image of Frost and Victor laying on the bed, unmoved since the night of the attack.

The very fact that Victor wasn't able to make it to his seat as first brother of the King upsets me.

And then there's the white throne which the black smith had informed me that it will be placed beside my own tonight.

I listened to the case description and gave out the sentence.

Uncle Hero was good at calling cases out. He was patien