Caspian’s pov
My head had been throbbing since morning, the last effect of the bourbon was long gone. As patience was running out of my hands, I wanted to smash the f*****g door of this throne room with all the people inside being killed. I won’t mind bathing in their blood because these sick mental humans forget the entire issue which needs to be solved. My dear wife was alive and none of these royals wanted to do anything to bring her back.
Last night, when I returned to the palace, I saw Arabella visiting the prison chamber again. My curiosity took me to the dungeons but, like always, I came empty-handed. I knew she was going to meet Izel. If I had questioned that bastard in my own way, I would have some solid clues or answers in my palms. Anyway, I went back to my chambers because a
