Third POV

He stared at the woman in horror as the aura emanating from her —something powerful, something dark, something he had never felt before overwhelmed him. It sent a shiver down his spine as he stared at her, in sheer horror.

"What are you... What is the meaning of this? Who the hell are you!" he roared at the woman in front of him, who looked at him with a smirk on her face.

"For forty-five years I've lived as a slave, a slave to my father, then my sister, and then you. What a ...