Chapter 116

Lord Saints POV

It's been one full week since Hillary's disappearance and to be honest, I wasn't certain if she had been abducted or if she had gone back willingly. Either way, it hurt me more than anything else had hurt me in years.

Initially, I had been crazed and had quickly switched over to my old side. The whole castle had been trembling and fear had consumed everyone.

Then, I realized that I didn't want that. The fear I had once cherished and fed on wasn't desirable to me anymore. Being with Hillary truly changed me more than I had noticed.

Now, although I was sad and downcast, I wasn't bitter like I had been before. And to be sincere, I loved this new side of me.

Early that morning, I strolled down to the royal cemetery with two bouquets of pink roses—which signified gratitude—in my hands.

My first stop was at the grave of Finn Johannesson (Scarlett's younger brother) who had died eight years ago from an incurable disease. He had been her only