Chapter 283

But his princess was happy, so he had to go with it.

Being in that godforsaken cold cell for more than four months was almost driving him to insanity. That place is a living nightmare for him—literally. There hadn’t been a single night he had a good sleep in that cold, barren place. Every night was a reoccurrence of a part of his past that must have been so traumatizing that his place had to block it out. Hard.

His flashes got so worse in that dungeon that he was able to figure out a few things in these past few months.

 He’d been in a dungeon like that before in his life, and many of his bad memories happened there.

He’d been raped before—the day he was killed. It was so horrible, it made his strong brother bawl and shout like a baby while he begged his abusers to stop and kill him instead.

He was able to remember his brother’s name. Lucien.

He was able to remember his brother’s face.

He’s not a peasant. He had no idea of their status