Maverick Kyle Royce

The castle doors swung open, and King Maverick's firm footsteps echoed through the great hall. His cloak was still stained with dust and blood from the war, but he didn't care. His gaze burned with fury as his voice echoed through the halls.

“Where is she?” he roared, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. “Where is my wife?”

The servants trembled, unable to respond quickly. Five months he had been gone, five months dreaming of seeing her again, of holding her in his arms, of feeling the life they had created together. But now she was gone, and the emptiness of her absence consumed him.

"Talk before I lose my patience," his voice was deep, dangerous, the edge of desperation hidden in his tone.

The entire castle trembled with his fury. And inside him, a dull fear turned into a question he did not want to ask: had she been taken from him?