Chapter 53

“Why must I choose wisely?” Prince Nicholas inquired, his tone laced with incredulity, as if the question itself was a strange, foreign concept. “He was my butler, paid to protect me. Of course, he must be willing to die for me.” His words, cold and dismissive, echoed through the field.

The butler’s head drooped, a picture of utter defeat and resignation. He seemed like a wilting flower, his spirit crushed under the weight of his master's callousness.

Beside me, Nadine's hand struck my shoulder with a friendly gesture. Her eyes bore into mine, searching, questioning. "Do you still think he is a good person?"

I turned to face Prince Nicholas. “All beings, whether human or werewolf, possess equal rights. You cannot whimsically decide who lives and who dies based on your own selfish desires.”

“I am the Prince, I am different!”

As heard it, I realized the futility of my words. To Nicholas, others were merely pawns in his grand game, their lives and emotions inconsequential.

Nadine’s grip