My eyes shot to Zion in terror. Something that could have been guilt or shame rippled through his gaze. For a moment he looked like he wanted to stand, but a sharp hiss from the queen had him slamming back into his seat with a grimace. He didn’t sit like his parents to watch the show, but neither did he raise a hand or his voice to stop it from proceeding. He just sat there, a blank expression on his face as his fingers dug into the armrests of his throne. Why? Why did he just fucking sit there?
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