Third-person POV:
The freezing wind on the snowfield felt like broken glass cutting into Maris's skin.
Kian crouched down to cut the bloody silver chains off her wrists. A flash of icy anger passed through his eyes.
He wasn't just mad about the cruelty; he was heartbroken that something so precious had been ruined.
Evander Black had been the best heir to the Valkirk Kingdom's throne. He was Kian's proudest nephew and his star student. And he had died at the hands of someone as greedy and disgusting as this.
If Evander hadn't been badly injured protecting the flank and drained of energy, a loser like her never would've caught him.
The chain snapped. Kian grabbed her hair and dragged her out.
Then he spun and threw her down.
She landed in an open area covered in snow. Eighteen people
