NYC

Nathaniel was in the central jail, spending his time in a moment of calmness, in a state of lull, away from people, from tension.

He was serene there but the slipping time was dreading everyone.

Staring at the floor devoid of emotions, he sensed footsteps approaching him, curling his lips upward, he smiled.

Looking, he saw De Villiers looking at him with a blended look of fury and sorrow but hiding it behind the walls of coldness.

"Did you meet Prince?" Nathaniel asked before De Villiers could become sentimental and start scolding her and resent Zariah.

"Yes. I did. He was infuriated but I barely controlled him." He hummed,...