The King’s POV
I stormed into my chambers, rage clawing at my chest. Joe trailed behind me, but his presence only fueled the fire already burning inside me. I slammed my fist against the wall, the crack echoing through the room as I paced like a beast trapped in a cage. My hand throbbed, but it didn’t matter, I needed to break something, anything, to keep from breaking myself.
“My king, you need to calm down,” Joe urged, his voice steady even though his eyes flickered with worry.
I ignored him, sweeping a vase off the table, the crash of shattering porcelain giving me a brief, bitter relief. But the anger didn’t fade, it only grew. I didn’t even know why it hurt this much. Was it because Klaus touched her? Because he dared to leave bruises on her skin? Or was it because the thought of h
