Magnus’s POV If I had foreseen the fate awaiting the little Princess's mother, perhaps I would have reconsidered my path. Only twenty minutes had passed before I crossed paths with someone from my past—a face I knew all too well. They were not "old friends" as many might assume. My life was a tapestry of enmities, each thread woven from betrayal and deceit, a past I had once vowed to leave behind. "You traded one life for another steeped in violence," Fang’s voice echoed disapprovingly. I sighed, acknowledging the rift between us on such matters. "It was necessary, Fang. Violence has always been our shadow. Now, we wield it by choice." As I distanced myself from the emerald-eyed Princess and the perceptive gaze of her mother, I stumbled upon a ghost from my chaotic past. Few remember