AUTHOR'S POV

CRESCENT PACK

“Follow me,” Xerxes authorized and turned towards the palace.

“What kind of mission could this be, Miquel? Everyone doesn't want you. The only love I see here is from your battalions,” Tulsi mumbled weakly. She had observed everything and noticed how cold Xerxes was.

“Take her to my room and call the royal physician to check up on her,” Albert bowed his head and left. Carissa inhaled and exhaled, hoping that she would overcome whatever Xerxes had in store for her.

“Your Majesty,” she called with a bow.

“You can stop calling me that now, we are alone,” Xerxes chuckled. Rissa stared at him, noticing that...