Orvyn's POV
"I swear by my mother's grave, Kazamir will pay for defiling his own daughter!" I fumed, slamming the cup of wine in my grasp against the rectangular oak in my chambers, sloshing the content all over. "He must die by my hands!"
I couldn't bear the look on the princess's face. It was as though she was reliving the trauma over again. Like a helpless leaf in the wind, she was shaking while pouring out her heart to me.
She trusted me with her worst, and the best I could do was leave her stranded at the pool. Alone.
I hated myself for not being there when she needed me. Maybe I was a coward. Maybe I wanted nothing to come from our closure. But at the moment, all she'd needed was a listening here.
Shit!
I'm such a heartless prick.
What's the difference between her father and m
