Damien's POV

Slowly pacing through my throne room, I kept looking for a way to ease my troubled mind.

Embracing the fact that I have finally lost Arianna for good slowly turned from grief to torment.

My mind reeled with secret thoughts as I kept growing troubled by the day.

“You haven't had anything to eat, Damien,” Mum walked in, her eyes laced with grief.

“My appetite has totally eluded me since morning,” I replied coldly, taking a seat on my throne.

“That's how it has ...