You look at the man you thought you loved. The man that was going to force you to marry him. The man that attempted to kill you. King Locke was no longer the love of your life.

Shane, your enemy stands beside you and glares at the man sitting on the throne, hatred burning deep in both of you.

The king looks between the both of you and laughs bitterly. “What, so you marry him instead of me?”

“Watch your fucking ton when you talk to my wife.” Shane snaps.

Locke glares at you. “So it’s true then? Must be recent since I’m not seeing a ring…”

You smile. “Jealousy’s not a good look on you, your majesty.” You mock.

Locke laughs harder. “Enjoy her while you can.” He says to Shane.

He doesn’t respond. His arm shoots out and catches a dagger that was flying toward your throat.

Blood drips from his hand as he had caught it by the blade. He steps it front of you. “And to think.. I was going to let you live.” He bites out to the king.