it was yet another horrible day for Alexander D Hawthorne, and of course, with his personal servant. Alexander passed through the corridors, his steps stead, quick, quiet and scary for those who bowed to him. He was in a hurry, scared for his servant, whom was falsely accused of poisoning princess Elina.

The door was slammed open as he came into the torture chamber, there he was. Tied up, beaten to death, was his personal servant. His eyes then went to the princess holding the whip, laughing like it’s a harmless joke. It enraged Alexander to death, the guards behind him not daring to stop him from the death aura around him.

Alexander silently walked to his servant, picking him up gently. He could barely contain his anger, but for the sake of his beloved, he have to. He shot one cold glare at princess Elina, then turned around, heading for the royal doctor. The guy let out a wince as Alexander gripped a bit tight.

“Don’t let me catch you again, Elina. You’ll face twice what he faced.”

• Few days later.

Alexander sat by his bed where he was sleeping, treated and peaceful. He gently grabbed the man’s hand, seeking a solace of his warmth.