Chapter 30

“First time… I saw you too. Prince Lucien, the enslaved prince I’d heard about all my life but had… never seen. I saw the… rage in your eyes… when I looked into them… when you stared at… me.”

She’d overseen his torture session that day. While the guards whipped him, she stood in the corner like a princess.

She stared as they tied him up and forced him to eat like a dog. On his knees. She’d been watching when they cut his shoulder with a knife. And while he bled.

That day was the first time they tortured him and he didn’t feel the pain of it. He channeled all the pain into hate as he stared at the princess of Mombana. He’d hated her so much and he fed that hatred for four solid, excruciating years.

That was the day he vowed that he’d have the princess as his slave one day.

“Oh… colder” She sounded sad and sleepy. Her voice dragged him out of the bitter memory.

“Are you cold?” he asked in a hard voice.

“Your eyes… they got colder.” She swallow