Chapter 99 The King's Wrath

• The morning was tense, the heavy air of the mansion seeming thicker than usual. Damian sat in his study, nursing a glass of whiskey despite the early hour. He didn’t care about appearances anymore. His thoughts were consumed by Aurora and the fight with Lina the night before.
• His peace didn’t last long. The heavy sound of boots echoed in the hallway, and then the door slammed open.
• “Damian!” a deep, commanding voice roared.