King Archer stood from his bed as he tied his robe tightly around his waist. He had slept quite late because of Pearl’s kidnap. He could not just point out who exactly could have kidnapped his wife.
He knew that he had just one enemy that might be the culprit, but at the same time, he was not sure that his wife was taken away by Theodore. Theodore could not be such a lowly weakling to use his wife as bait when he could simply call for a fight.
He sighed as he ran his hands through his hair. He sat in front of his large mirror and stared at his bulgy face reflection. His eyes were swollen due to staying up late all night.
Maybe he was really a bad husband. Maybe he did not deserve to be with Pearl. Wait, what was he thinking? He did not care if Pearl loved him or not. He was simply savin
