Adrian's P.O. V
My hands were firmly glued to my side, my hair scattered across my pale face, and my eyes already tired even though the sun had barely risen.
I couldn't bring myself to look away from the mirror I had been staring at for the past hour, at least. But no matter how hard I looked, I couldn't see the man I was supposed to be, only the one they had turned me into.
The eyes staring back at me were familiar, but the person behind them felt like a stranger. Who was I, really? The future king, the killer, or just another puppet on a string?
I could feel the water on the floor reaching my ankle, the cold penetrating my skin. My legs were bare; I wasn't wearing any shoes. The water had been running for as long as I had been standing there.
But I couldn't bring myself to move
