He remembered her proud, fearless demeanor back then, how she'd thrown herself in front of a bullet for him, how she'd cried her eyes out, terrified he might die. It all felt like it had happened just yesterday.
He picked up his glass, then lifted the bottle to his lips and drained what was left. A fierce heat immediately seared his stomach.
The Grand Palace was unchanged. Every piece of furniture was exactly as it had been five years ago; he'd ordered it to be kept that way.
Looking at the wedding photo of himself and Ashley Bowen on the desk, he slowly clenched his fist.
He would do whatever it took, exhaust every scheme, to get her back.
After composing himself, he pressed the buzzer on his desk. Sean immediately knocked and entered.
"Your Majesty, you summoned me?" He had locked himself away for too long. His people were worried sick.
Yuri Sinclair glanced at the ring on his finger and mused for a moment. "Any news about her?"
