~RAMON~
I stood still and watched as my throne room was in flames. My soldiers and guards ran about like mad dogs, trying to get rid of the flames. However, the flames were no cause of worry to my heart. Not because they could not be removed from sight.
But because I was the one responsible.
I had awoken from my slumber and witnessed a bed devoid of my mate. It had been no cause of concern at first, until the fiery beast within roared a warning to me. A warning not to be ignored. The flames it sent to my heart were a message.
My precious Irene was gone.
And when I set my eyes upon the table, so was the jewel.
I refused to believe my eyes. Like a madman, I searched. The royal bath, the courtroom, the kitchen, and even the dungeons. And when I reached the throne room, the truth settled
