Cardan
Rage.
It’s not appreciated enough.
Not studied enough.
The rage right now, completely consumes me, as I make my way to the palace.
With the failed attempts to find the kidnapper of the kids, to seeing Alden put his hands on Nat, my vision blurs with hot fury.
Entering the palace, I head straight for Fiona's room.
“What the hell is going on here Fiona?” I growl, as I storm into her room, not bothering to knock.
“You can’t just burst into my room Cardan.” Fiona whines, as she glances up at me, before she turns back to what she is doing.
“The f**k I can’t,” I bark, glowering at Fiona, as she meticulously paints her toe nails a bright red.
She curses softly under her breath, when it smears, and she gets a dot of polish on her skin. Then grabbing a tissue from the top of th
