NICKOLAS
I stride out of the room where Amelia is, making my way to my office within the castle. As I approach the door, my legal advisor and best friend, Eric, intercepts me.
"What is it, Eric?" I inquire, entering my office with him following closely behind.
"Your mat..." Eric starts, but I cut him off abruptly, my jaw clenching as I ball my fists.
"Don’t ever f*****g call her that," I retort through gritted teeth, my tone lethal.
"Got it," he responds, lifting his hand in surrender.
"She is nothing but a f*****g prisoner to me; always remember that," I add, walking towards the chair behind my desk.
"Got it again."
"What about her do you want to discuss?" I ask, taking my seat and retrieving my glasses from the desk drawer. Putting them on, I start sorting through the documents o
