Chapter Sixty Eight
Elrien stood before the queen, his chest tight with a hate so heavy it felt like it was crushing the air out of him. It wasn't just in his heart, it was in his blood, in every breath, choking him until he could barely stand.
"Why?" The single question tore out of Elrien's lips.
There were too many 'whys' tangled inside him, so many he couldn't even tell which one had escaped.
Why did she bring him into this world only to look at him with nothing but resentment?
Why bother with that pitiful act of mercy—dragging him out of the dungeon—if it was only to throw him into another cage, another lesson in pain?
He'd been shoved into a life he'd never asked for, forced to wear a crown that felt like chains. A life carved out for the pathetic, miserable demon prince…
