Chapter 45

Crimson's POV

"Crimson! Am talking to you, who the actual fuck is Azrael!" Leon yelled.

I was angry at the fact a spare prince dared to raise his voice at me but could not do anything because I needed him to save my Aethelfrith and my stupid right hand maid just say anything they want.

"Azrael is a prisoner, whom I have locked up in the underground dungeon," I said, with no emotions in my face or eyes.

"Why did you lock him up?" Tyramon asked.

"Hmmm, excuse me?" I questioned pretending I didn't hear what she was saying at first.

"Of course, she is Crown Princess Crimson so she goes around locking people who step on her feet," Leon scoffed. I was holding on to my last bit of patience.

"Leon!" I called out almost in tears of frustration.

"But he is locked up in the underground dungeon, so is it possible for him to do all this?" Katrina voiced her opinion.

"Meaning he isn't the one, someone has his back," Leon said,

"I thought as much, the way he spoke with confidence," I said with pride