"If she's alive, Joaquin will kill her. Even if you kill yourself now or confess, he will still kill her… and those poor, innocent, and pathetic children."
Roman huffed through his gritted teeth when his back made contact with the concrete wall. Gasping for air with short and deep breaths, he gazed at the person held in the cell in front of him.
"Isn't it fun, brother?" Inez laughed, her brother almost unrecognizable as blood covered that ugly scar across his eye. "The man whom most knights sought to become and the respectable princess are now here. Look at us. I guess this was what they call family since we're sticking together."
The seventh prince snorted. Even when he couldn't see the ninth princess, he could tell the ridicule in her voice.
