Gregory's POV
It's been four days since my wife left our kingdom. It's been three days since they arrived in Altas. She hasn't sent any letter to give me an update. I'm already worried. I hope they're okay.
"Take this off me!" Leticia roars.
I grab a dart and throw it at her. She turned pale. Her cheeks bleed. Good thing her ear wasn't hit by the dart that I threw.
"Shut up. If something happens to my wife, you'll pay for it," I growled.
Leticia was scared, but she tried her best to act proud. She's always been that kind of woman.
"Be thankful that Kassandra told me to keep you alive."
She looks around and is disgusted with the filth around her jail. I choose the nastiest room for her. "This is even cleaner than you, bitch," I remarked.
I stood up and was ready to leave when she spoke. "My big sister! I want to talk to my big sister!"
