~Theo~
I stomped back to my room to find Fred and Theo still waiting. My heart was still boiling with the condition that I found Storme in. I’d already resolved within me to confront my father and press for her release. I wasn’t going to let her spend another night in there with her condition.
The moment I declared my plan to them, Grace gasped in horror and shook her head. “No, Prince Theo. You cannot do that.”
“Why not? She looks like she’s not going to survive another day in there.”
“She’s your father’s queen,” Grace whispered. “And now he knows she’s also your mate. I don’t think he’ll take it lightly with you if you confront him so brazenly.”
“I don’t care what he believes,” I growled. “She’s mine. And he had no right to touch her.”
Fred placed a hand on my shoulder. “You’re not
