ANYA POV I sat down with worried-filled eyes as I thought of a way to escape from here. I was a prisoner in my home right now, and trust me it was the worst thing that could happen to me. I tried to be optimistic about my situation even when the odds aren't on my side.I heard a knock on my door and turned to see my maid Ashley, who my parents had assigned to me after Mira left. I had tried talking her into helping me out but declined without pity. She was stern in her will to forever listen to my father's orders rather than my plea for help."Good morning, your highness." She bowed. "Your father has sent for you." She added as I let out a stressed sigh.The only reason why she would come at this time of the morning is that my parents must have sent for me and I knew that they were both going to darken my mood as that was what they enjoyed doing the most."Tell him I'm sick," I told her, trying to prove stubborn even when I knew I would still meet him. Mila frowned at me, not showing

Gabriel's PovI gulped my wine, taking a whiff of the cigar in my hand letting the smoke through my nose. I turned to look at Miriah who was doing the same thing with his legs crossed with no care in the world."I have him in my clutches because I can give to him what he desires most…. Getting out of here." I told Micah who let out a chuckle. He was the only person I could trust and call a good friend. All my life I had felt empty but he was always there to make sure I was alright without judging me."Oh my friend, you are a lucky man, he wants to leave the throne willingly without you stressing a finger." Micah smiled as he took another sip of his wine.I smiled to myself imagining how I would look sitting on the throne with my head up high…. Fascinating. There would be nothing even my brother could do about it. He was old from battles and getting weaker with the stress of administration. Dealing with him would be quite an easy task that I could ever imagine."My brother has increase

Derrick's father Harold paced around the room with worried eyes wondering where his son might be, if he went missing and was nowhere to be found that means he is doomed because he had no heir to pass the throne to. He had involved the police who were going to do a thorough search in finding his son, the guards weren't left out in the duty of finding his son either. Gabriel peeked inside the door with a conceited smile before walking in with a worried look. "There is still no sign of him." Gabriel reminded his brother of the already-known fact that had lingered in his mind, thinking about it made Harold bitter and pained. "I'm sure we will find him," Harold said positively, trying to brighten his already dampening hope that was lingering by a thread. "There is no doubt that he ran away," Gabriel told Harold, pausing and taking a look at his expression before he continued. "He thinks nothing of the privilege he has and is ready to through it all away, do you think such a person fits

The whole air was filled with joy and happiness as flowers were used to decorate the brightly lit wedding hall, it was finally the awaited time for Derrick and Anya. It was their happiness and they truly deserved it. Invitations had been sent far and wide to neighboring clans who were glad to join them in this ceremony.Anya looked at herself in the mirror with a satisfied smile, her dress dazzled with a thousand diamond stones that shone brightly and were at the same time eye catchy. This was her dream dress and she was going to wed the man she has always loved."You look beautiful," Derrick said as he walked into the room gawking at her."You know you shouldn't see your bride before the ceremony." Anya teased but she knew quite well she wanted to see him before the ceremony."That shouldn't be our concern, all I know is that I'll be looking at my beautiful bride before our ceremony….. damn you're beautiful," Derrick said pecking her lips as he stared into her amber eyes that had onc