The King’s POV
We walked into the secret dungeon, my dungeon. Hidden beneath the palace, carved into the earth with spells and steel, this place was built by my own hands, forged in secrecy. No one else in the kingdom knew of its existence except for Joe, my most trusted beta. Not even my sons. Not even the Council.
The thick iron door groaned as Joe unlocked it, the screech of metal slicing through the silence like a blade. The stench hit immediately—damp stone, rusted chains, and the bitter scent of decay. But I’d grown used to it. It smelled like betrayal.
There she was.
Queen Kate.
Once regal, now reduced to nothing but a ghost of her former self. She sat curled in the corner, chains digging into her ankles and wrists, her once-glorious silver hair now a tangled mess. But the mome
