(King Magnus POV)
I paced the length of my private study, my hands clenched behind my back as fury coursed through my veins like molten iron. The very air in this castle had become poisoned by her presence, and still she lingered like a festering wound that refused to heal.
Janelle. Even thinking her name filled me with such rage that I had to pause and steady myself against my desk. How had one insignificant servant girl managed to bring chaos to everything I had built? How had she corrupted my son so completely that he could barely function as a prince anymore?
"Your Majesty?" Adrian's voice came from the doorway, cautious and uncertain.
"Come in," I snapped, not bothering to turn around. "And close the door. What I have to say is not for servants' ears."
