After a silent meal, Damien and I were given a room. Aunt Verrisa didn't ask much after that; she only wished for my success and expected an answer next time I see her.
Entering my room, I lay on the comfy bed, but instead of feeling relaxed, my thoughts were only getting louder as the battle between two continued.
I exhaled and sat up. Damien's voice reached my ears, "Are you in need of something, master?"
"Yes, what would you do?" I questioned in return.
"Pardon me, master. I don't understand the meaning behind your question," he stated.
"I am asking, what would you choose? I am sure you would have ruled in your long life over vampires or maybe others. If you had to choose one between your dream and ideals, which would it be?" I explained.
"That is something I can't answer for you, master. You have to decide what type of ruler you want to be, and then you should choose the option that's best suited for you," he answered.
