CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
The news of Fayre's disappearance had spread throughout the entire Palace.
The King was in shambles. His sister stood by the door to the council room, smiling like a Cheshire cat, Iris sat numbly in front of her uncle at the table.
Malvat. They concluded. It had to be.
They had kidnapped their Princess and Heir, and they would pay.
There would be a war and only one kingdom would walk away this time.
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Viễn tưởng"She was an angel craving chaos. He was a demon seeking peace." No truer lyrics have ever been sung... ********* White. White walls. White floors and ceilings. Pristine, crisp suits and long, pin straight hair. Everywhere Fayre looked, it was like...
