Xander's POV
My eyes were keen on the slave girl as I watched her endure the pain of having the pieces of glass in her palm and knees being pulled out. I noticed she was trying so hard to hold back her tears and I felt a tug in my heart.
Seeing her in the pile of broken pieces of chandelier had filled me with rage and all I wanted was to punish the person who put her in this pain. I couldn’t understand why I felt this way, I just knew I needed to do it.
A knock sounded on the door, diverting my attention from her to the door. The door opened revealing the guard I had sent off earlier to investigate the fallen chandelier.
He made a beeline to where I was sitting, bowed respectfully, and brought his lips close to my ears. "Your Highness, I found something," he whispered into my ear an
