Delia's POV

Albert said he wanted me to witness the death of my fiancé. Could it be that he intends to harm Prince Kral?

The thought of Kral, who was perfectly healthy when he left the camp this morning, possibly turning into a lifeless corpse before my eyes within a day, sent shivers down my spine.

My physical strength was already insufficient to resist Albert, and after that chilling thought washed over me, I felt utterly powerless.

I was like unformed dough, easily manipulated by Albert's hands.

With minimal effort, Albert pulled me out of the pack house, and at its entrance, there was a carriage waiting.

As soon as...