Bianca

Thorns of Ambition

His fingers curled angrily around my neck, making it nearly impossible for me to breathe. My vision blurred, and fear gripped me as I struggled for air. Suddenly, the door to the study flung open, and a guard rushed in.

“My Prince, the—” he stopped abruptly, his eyes widening in shock as he took in the scene before him. This was not the demeanor expected of the prince. “My Prince!”

Despite the guard’s attempts to pull him away, the prince tightened his grip on my neck, his eyes filled with pure hatred. The guard moved closer, trying to restrain him, but his indifference to his efforts...