(Blake Three hours earlier)
"Hang him up." Tristan ordered the two guards holding the self-proclaimed rogue king.
Tristan began rolling his white-sleeved shirt up, his deep red hair freshly showered and tied back. I couldn't deny..he looked pretty badass. And why he chose to wear white beats me...
The rogue was still unconscious, thanks to a sedative the good doctor gave us. He was a huge guy too, at least 6'3 and pretty muscular. The guards lifted him swiftly and hung him from his bound hands to a hook that was connected to the ceiling.
Imagining Mil beating this asshole up and actually getting the upper hand made me swell with pride knowing he couldn't take our Mil down that night he attacked her. She was so tiny too, I guess her dad trained her well enough, even if he had a s**t w
