But before they could lay hands on prince Eyrin, he lifted one hand, silently signaling them to halt.He couldn't let go of his pride.
If he was to suffer, he would not be dragged like a criminal. He would walk—on his own.
Ignoring the burning humiliation, he steadied himself and rose to his feet.
The guards exchanged brief glances before nodding, then fell into formation around him.
Without a word, they led him outside—toward his punishment.
As Prince Eyrin stepped outside, rage simmered beneath his composed exterior. His silence masked the darkness in his eyes, the barely suppressed fury threatening to boil over.
It's all his fault. It's all Khane's fault.
Palov was right—I shouldn't have given him that pill. His majesty was right too—I could have crushed Khane long ago, without any demon stopping me.
After all, didn't his demoness come to my chamber that night? And she couldn't even touch me!
