King Andrew's POV.
I am in my office room, sitting on a black leather chair, turned to the glassy window behind me so that I'm looking out to the city.
The tall roof I'm in makes it a reality to see things below. Even with that, I am lose. I'm inside my own thoughts.
The throbbing pain in my stomach whenever I sigh down will make me remember what happened a week and five days ago.
Kara, she's too stubborn. I know she did what she was supposed to do, just like I have to. If I hadn't killed that human, which I feel no remorse about, Kara will be more distrusted by the kings.
She needs to call them to her side if she's to be queen, my queen. This is all for her. I'm fighting these people for her, and for me in a way. Call me crazy, I do not mind. I do what I think I should. Being bani
