#Chapter121

He's doing it

Dalios' POV

Power was everything. Power was all I ever wanted. Power was the reason I could do whatever I could do. I smirked and sat on the wooden chair.

The room had a bed against the wall where a woman sat. Her long black hair fell over her back and the sun glared on her white skin.

I cleared my throat. "Andeline."

"Yes, My king." She locked eyes with me.

"Do you hate me?"

She gulped and started at her hands. I knew she did. Why wouldn't she? She was locked this room for months all because her husband hasn't done what I told him...