Diana's POV
The heavy iron doors clanged shut behind Rolf as he walked out of the prison, flanked by his representatives.
A strange mix of satisfaction and unease, ironically, settled over me. I didn't think I'd actually see this day, the day when Rolf would be leaving not as a victor, but as someone who knew he'd crossed too many lines and got punished for it.
He looked back briefly, catching my eyes, and gave a slight nod. Then, to my surprise, he muttered.
"I'm sorry." In a tone almost too low for anyone else to hear.
I wasn't sure if he meant it, but I had to believe that he did. Because in his hands, Rolf held not just an apology, but a gift, which was a hefty sack filled with pounds of gold and a document with a written agreement promising that he would never harm me, my loved
