A week had passed since my virtue had almost been taken from me and I clung to that fact with steel in my veins, ready for war.
Steadying myself, I stood in front of the gates of Prince Rhydien’s home from home. It never ceased to amaze me when I came by each day to his humble abode, the large imposing building anything but. It may not have been the castle, but its grandeur could easily match up against King Kairen’s dwelling. I wondered if it was the prince’s way of compensating for something, but I knew that not to be the case.
Atlas Rowe be damned because the prince resided in the only other place in the capital, that made the Rowe look like a slum in comparison. The ever so exclusive dwellings belonged to an estate aptly named Ash Grove Avenue, the entrance lined with a grove of dea
