PRINCE LEANDRO…
My fingers tightened around the swords I held, while I gazed at my mother with so much hatred swelling in my chest.
Why the f**k was she acting so nice suddenly? She didn't forget how she was also there when she and her family were sentenced to death, right? She had the power to stop them from being killed, but she did nothing other than watch…and when I took action, what did she end up doing to me?
I took the first step towards her, and then the second, ready to strike her with my sword even if she would dodge it…but this baby girl rushed towards me and wrapped her arms around my waist.
For some reason I couldn't predict, my muscles became weak. I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat, lowered my face, and met her pleading gaze.
When I spared my mother a glance,
