PRINCE HAYDEN'S POV
"I cannot believe you kept all this from me," I seethe, glaring at mother. "You were aware of my father's actions, and yet you chose to keep me in the dark?"
"No one knew her daughter would be your destined mate. The prophecy came too late when the damage was already done." She defends, feigning regret while pulling at her cuffs.
My grip tightens around the hilt of my sword, my knuckles turning white. "How am I supposed to face Princess Isabelle?" I ask, my voice dripping with raw pain of regret. "How can I look her in the eyes and pretend that I am not responsible for the destruction of her home and the deaths of her people?"
"I'm your mother... Hayden. You can't lock me up." she pleads continuing to bang on the iron bars of the cell.
I let out a bitter snort. "
