[ What Diva said made sense, and it struck a chord in Reign, like a slap to his face. Diva had been worried about him, otherwise she wouldn't have bothered to come by to check on him, even if she only came here to vent her anger and frustration at being ignored by him.

His grip tightened a bit around Diva, doing his best to hold his tears back as he nodded against the top of Diva's head. ]

You're right, you're absolutely right. I was wallowing so much in my own grief that I neglected my friends.

[ He pulled back, his smile watery. ] Would you forgive me, Your Majesty? Allow me to make it up to you.