FINNIAN

“I know what he did was wrong… very bad,” Arthur muttered, his voice shaking a little, “but he shouldn’t have been thrown into the dungeon. He’s a King, like us.”

My hand clenched into a fist. The urge to give him the same punch I gave that arrogant fool in the dungeon burned in my blood. He needed to know what wrath felt like.

But Isolde’s calm voice sliced through the tension, steady yet sharp with anger. “So, you wouldn’t have done anything if he had touched ...