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Delia’s POV The steam was rising around me. The bathroom window was open, and the white moon hung in the dark blue sky, shining like pearls on velvet cloth. I stared at the sky, lying in the bathroom tub, thinking about the day's events. What the elder William said about royal discipline, about loyalty to mate, reminded me of His Royal Highness Kral. He was so noble and cold. I remember how he questioned Bernice that afternoon. Had it not been for the sharp arrow, everything would have been under his control. Bernice was supposed to be able to tell the secret under Kral's guidance. Nothing seemed to escape Kral's grasp. He is always in control of the development and outcome of everything. He tortured Bernice's body for a week, then used the witch's potion to break her, and finally used