Meanwhile, Ivan wasn't taking it lightly in his chamber, where he was still locked. He had been unable to sleep all night because of the burning rage inside him, and his chamber looked as messed up as he was. He had destroyed everything breakable in his chamber until there was nothing left to destroy.
He couldn't even look outside because, true to the queen's words, the windows had been sealed and sprinkled with wolfsbane, so he was just stuck inside with his increasing rage.
He stopped pacing when he heard a familiar voice outside his chamber, and he scowled when he recognized the voice as Benedicta's. What was she doing here? One of the reasons he was stuck here was because of her.
"Step aside, I want to see Prince Ivan," Benedicta ordered one of the guards stationed at the door.
"I'm sorry, my lady. The Queen gave orders that he is not to leave his chamber and no one is to go in," the guard said apologetically.
