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I can still recall every little detail of the horrid event.
How my rage took over and the need to kill those men a thousand times over utterly consumed me from within.
I had seventeen springs under my belt, therefore had yet to experience such hate.
Oh, but that night, how I felt it.
A visceral loathing that demanded retribution.
If the gods had been kind, they would have let me breathe life back into those two bastards just so I could drain it out of them again.
Only this time, I would have taken my time.
I would have tortured them until there wasn’t a pound of flesh that hadn’t suffered my wrath.
I had loved my Kat that much.
I had loved her to the point of madness.
But it’s the flash of Teo’s stricken face that ends up reminding me that the girl I would have torched the world for was never mine to begin with.
Not that I care anymore.
My Kat is long gone.
This ice queen version of her is all that is left.
It’s that reminder that has me finally stepping back and releasing her from my grip. I try not to cringe when she almost stumbles and falls again to the ground with how abrupt I was. Thankfully, like the cat she is, she ends up landing on her feet, brushing off the moment we just shared like it was nothing.
Not wanting to stand here and look at her perfect face for another second, I turn my back to her and walk away, needing to put some much-needed distance between us. I pretend a stroll is just what I need to relieve my aching muscles, when in fact, its purpose is to clear the lovesick haze the old memory conjured up in me.
Truth be told, I could have ridden all day and night and not even felt a pinch of soreness. As a seasoned soldier, I’ve spent many hours on horseback. Days, even. My men are just as experienced, but I could tell by the way Katrina was starting to shift in her seat that she was in pain. And as much as I hate everything she represents, I’m not a sadist. I don’t take pleasure in other people’s suffering.
I’ll leave that shit to her father.
This is his fault anyway. He turned her into this… cold, heartless thing.
Was it any wonder that she would turn out just like him? Ruthless and void of all emotion?
Not that it surprises me. King Orville is the reason why my whole kingdom is broken, dreaming of the day when vengeance will finally be ours.
Vengeance.
There is that word again.
When I killed her would-be assailants, I honestly believed that the thirst for vengeance could only ever rise from me when it came to protecting anyone who dared hurt a blonde hair on Kat’s head.
How wrong I was.
For I will have my revenge, and I won’t think twice about who gets hurt in the process—especially her.
My wayward thoughts are interrupted with the sound of a loud horn.
“Rider! Rider!” my men shout.
I turn my attention to the rider fast approaching, holding my sword to my side as I walk back toward the train. As if knowing who I am, the rider halts before me, jumping off his horse and kneeling at my feet.
“Your Highness,” he says, holding his hand to his heart while keeping his eyes bowed down from me.
