Castilla’s POV

When the joyful face of my father graced my eyes, all I could muster was an unmasked hatred toward him. Ares the great warrior king was now as powerless as one could ever imagine. While our people shed their blood on the battle line, he wasted his energy on minor vices, lavishing his energy on sleeping with different women working in the palace everyday. Women who were almost the same age as me. May father made my skin crawl, several times I wondered or had the fear he would ...