Aiden’s pov
I am dragged through beautiful corridors and I couldn't help but admire the place's interiors.
Huge lights hung from the ceiling, plush red carpets covered its floor, the doors were almost triple the size of normal doors and beautiful showpieces lined the halls.
We enter a huge room and the guards let me go.
“ Wait here. And don't touch anything you filth.”
I don't say anything.
This is how rogues are usually treated. It's no surprise. That old lady was friendly, doesn't mean everyone else will be.
The doors are slammed shut behind and I look around to have my eyes get stuck on a masterpiece.
My mouth hangs open as I stare without blinking.
It was a woman’s statue. Made of gold.
Damn. Just how much money does the king have?
Gulping, I step closer to stare at the woma
