*Alexander*
Where the hell was she?!
If she was playing tricks on me again, I wasn't going to let it slide. I loved her. But love or not, there were limits to what I could bear. My emotions churned in a tumult of frustration and concern.
Thoughts of Tiara being with Arthur fuelled the fire within me. Arthur harbored a deep-seated envy and jealousy that traced back to our childhood. His insatiable desire for everything that was mine had been a constant source of conflict. I remembered the countless times he demanded what was rightfully mine, and I always had to give up because he was the elder stepbrother, and Father always favored him over me. The bitterness of those memories lingered, leaving me with a sense of injustice.
If it weren't for the prophecy, my father would have crowned Ar
