[Third-Person’s POV]
If Caroline Kingston was anything, she was a fighter.
When the King had her hauled to the lower levels of the palace, she knew she was going to face one of two fates. Either she was going to die at the King’s hand or at Alexander’s. And truly she wasn’t sure which one was worse.
But knowing her, she was about to give up. There were still a handful of useful pieces of information he kept away in dire times like these. Within the hour she’d been brought to one of the holding cells, Caroline had shouted till her lungs were ready to give out for the King to give her one last chance.
Gregory’s sudden appearance gave her a flicker of hope.
“What?” he snapped.
“Alexander has a weakness.”
A line formed between the King’s brows. “Let me guess, would that weakness ju
