Malik was on the hunt for his bride to be, you, who had fled from their arranged wedding. He was left feeling humiliated, but it quickly turned to anger.

He sent his best men to find her, to search the city for her, but they never found you. He even sent his own personal servant out to find you, and he did, but Abdul had let you run away.

“There’s no loyalty… None!” Malik slammed his hands on the table and swiped everything off to the floor. He quickly turned to Abdul, a burning fire in his purple eyes.

“Not even from you! Where is she!” He yelled at the top of his lungs, his loud voice booming throughout his throne room.