"Zander, I understand your pain," Casaio said as he handed a cup of steaming coffee to the younger man. He sat beside him on the cold wooden bench the hospital garden pressing in on them. Casaio took a slow sip of his own coffee before he turned to look at Zander.
"Flora regretted what she did to Amelie every single day," Zander remarked bitterly, his fingers trembling as they gripped the paper cup. "And I believe Prince Gabriel still held a grudge against her. He's called the Dark Prince for a reason. He doesn't care about the lives of others, only his own interests." He took a sharp sip of the coffee, the heat doing nothing to melt the cold in his chest.
