Evangeline blinked in surprise, her eyes widening at the firm expression on Damon's face. There was no trace of jest, no flicker of irony in his gaze. Just sheer, cold truth.
"Yo… you aren't… you're serious…"
Damon gave a slow nod, exhaling quietly.
"It can't be helped. Sadly, regardless of whose ego would be bruised, I can't take it off… I have to wear this. Always."
He rolled his shoulders with a faint shrug, then smirked faintly.
"On the upside, it actually feels quite comfy. I mean, sometimes I don't even remember it's on my head."
Evangeline glanced at the others, her worry deepening. This was going to be a problem. A commoner wearing a crown in the open? Nobles would never accept it—even if wearing it was the difference between sanity and madness. Let alone life or death.
Why should they care about the condition of a mere commoner?
Xander let out a long sigh, folding his arms.
