Arthur’s POV
The trafficker struggled against the ropes tied around his wrists, but Rowan and two of my soldiers dragged him forward without mercy. His face was already swollen from my fists. His nose was broken. One of his eyes was already turning dark purple.
But It was not enough to quench the anger burning within me.
Nothing would ever be enough.
Daniel walked a few steps behind me. Too quiet and looked pale.
She had almost been taken away again.
And she still dared to sneak out without my permission.
The palace gates opened quickly at the sight of us. Guards bowed, but I did not acknowledge them. My mind was still burning.
When we reached the courtyard, I stopped walking.
The prisoner was forced to his knees.
I turned around.
Daniel nearly walked into me.
“Why?” I asked ca
