Chapter 14.

Vilkas POV.

I make my way to the West Wing and come to a door that is closed. I sniff the air and no-one has been here. I reach for the handle and stop. Do I really need to do this? This was Queen Marcia’s personal space.

“We need answers, and they lie behind that door. I know it Vil. I can feel it.” With a silent breath, I push the handle down, but the door doesn’t budge. I groan as I add pressure to the handle and shove it with my shoulder. The door bursts open and the smell of dust hits me, making me sneeze.

We walk in and a shiver runs through me as I move further along the hallway. I stop by a door and open it and stop in my tracks.

“No, it can’t be.” I look at the little girl’s bedroom and move toward the bed. The floor creaks under my weight as I reach for the dragon plush toy on the bed and smile at it.

“Queen Marcia had a daughter.” My heart aches even more as tears sting my eyes as I hug the little plush dragon to my chest at the thought that I failed them. I failed her chil