Jaeling glared at the palace in front of him, a raging fire in his eyes desperately wanting to take control and kill anyone he saw. He moved quickly, dodging guards and servants as he made his way to the Prince's bedchamber.

The darkness of the night hid his body as he finally climbed his way through the detailed window of the bedchamber, landing perfectly.

The room was quiet and lit by candles, the Prince's sleeping body in his bed. Perfect...