Maddox’s P.O.V.

“How long will it take, Catherine?"

It was my third visit to the death cell and that witch was working with the speed of snail, testing my tablespoon worth of patience. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and panted, her irregular breathing was the least of my concerns.

“Rushing the procedure will not end well, Your Majesty. You have demanded to perform a forbidden ancient spell, and I haven’t practiced magic for more than two decades.

Please give me some time. I am trying my best.”

More time? What the heck?

Catherine was asking for the thing I had no control over, rendering me speechless. That omega...