NICHOLAS
I stood behind my desk, my fingers wrapped tightly around the glass in my hand. I could feel the delicate crystal trembling beneath my grip, threatening to shatter into a thousand pieces. I was fighting the urge to hurl it against the wall, to watch as it exploded into a kaleidoscope of shards.
Jerome, Niel, and Lucian stood in front of me, their faces a mask of calm, but I could sense the underlying tension. They knew better than to push me when I was in a mood like this.
"What's eating at you, Your Majesty?" Jerome asked, his voice smooth as silk.
I raised an eyebrow, my gaze flicking to his. "You know exactly what's eating at me, Jerome," I growled, my voice low and menacing. "That little princess thinks she can outrun me, outsmart me. But she's wrong."
Jerome leaned forw
