King Malrick's POV

I walked through the corridor, the weight of this damned day was pressing hard on my shoulders.

My wine-colored coat swept against the polished floor, flickering at the edges every time I turned a corner. My boots echoed with a slow and steady rhythm... a rhythm I barely noticed because of my thoughts.

The corridor felt too long tonight as I walked through.

I had just left the Queen in the courtroom with her suspicion hanging thick in the air. My ...