Chapter 8

Nickolas

I stride out of the room where Amelia is, making my way to my office within the castle. As I approach the door, my legal advisor and best friend, Eric, intercepts me.

“What is it, Eric?” I inquire, entering my office with him following closely behind.

“Your mat…” Eric starts, but I cut him off abruptly, my jaw clenching as I ball my fists.

“Don’t ever fucking call her that,” I retort through gritted teeth, my tone lethal.

“Got it,” he responds, lifting his hand in surrender.

“She is nothing but a fucking prisoner to me; always remember that,” I add, walking towards the chair behind my desk.

“Got it again.”

“What about her do you want to discuss?” I ask, taking my seat and retrieving my glasses from the desk drawer. Putting them on, I start sorting through the documents on my desk, searching for the most important ones. Being king has its perks, but working through documents isn’t one of them.

“What are your plans