Luka’s POV.
My mind was going in cycles. My heart was hurt about a lot of things. I had wanted to have a less brutal regime than my father by deciding not to kill anyone who came after me. My conscience hurt me for deciding to terminate even the gang and thugs hired by Degero. I shrugged the pity off, that was the only way to send a message out there that I was untouchable.
Hitting the stairs to my room and feeling very grumpy and tired with all the stress I had gone through for the day, I walked, taking each step slowly, without allowing the stares from my staff to disturb me.
“My king!” I heard a guard running in my direction. I wondered what the problem was again. Striding slowly and holding the staircase rail, I stood and waited for the guard to run up to me.
“What is the matter?”
