King Cyrus POV.
I’m so mad that I could spit nickles. Seriously, the blazing fire that is currently flowing through my blood, burns so brightly that it can melt metal into coins.
At this point, I probably could blow fire out of my mouth as if I am some type of mythological bull s**t creature.... a f*****g dragon, or some s**t.
That’s how mad I am. That is how mad Seraphina can make me feel.
I’m currently outside the east wing entryway, pacing back in fourth, trying my hardest to not overheat.
When she pulled that little stunt in the room, I almost lost it. I literally had the urge to mark her and take her right then and there. She’s my beloved, which makes her my destined Queen.
Queen’s don’t bow or bend the knee for anybody, especially my queen. So knowing that she purposely did th
