After sending Whati off, I sat on the throne and waited. I didn’t know why I was so angry, but I was. I was furious. I was suddenly unbelievably impatient. It was not like me to be that way.
Actually, I wasn’t acting like myself at all. I was usually very good at controlling my anger. I was also usually very patient.
But that wasn’t what was on my mind right now. What was on my mind was how I was going to punish this bastard for what he did.
When Nathifa’s father entered the throne room, he looked furious.
“Lord Asim.” I said.
He bowed. “Where is he?”
“Whati has sent his men to find him.” I said. “He will be here soon.”
“And how is my daughter?”
“She is fine. My mother is looking after—”
I heard the throne room doors open, and when I did, I turned around and looked at Whati. He w
