Damien finished the last bite of his morning meal, pushing the tray aside as he rose from his seat.
There was no time to waste.
He had already made up his mind—before anything else, he needed to check on the captives.
Their well-being was his top priority.
Adjusting the freshly gifted clothes, he made his way to the hallway, where he quickly spotted the familiar guard assigned to him.
The man stood at attention, his posture rigid, awaiting orders.
Damien didn't waste time.
"I'd like to see the rescued captives," he said firmly. "Both the injured and the ones who are just recovering."
The guard nodded, his expression calm and unsurprised.
"The Queen anticipated this request," he responded. "She had already instructed me to escort you to them should you ask."
Damien's brows lifted slightly. 'She planned ahead, huh?'
It wasn't surprising. Queen Lareen had a sharp mind.
"Good," Damien said simply. "Lead the way."
