Caleb’s P.O.V.
“What do you mean that I can’t go out of my room?” I roared at two warriors blocking the door of my chamber.
“I am sorry, my king, but we have orders from Prince Lucifer. No one in the palace is allowed to go out of their rooms until further notice. Please cooperate with us.” Percy, one of those warriors, replied to me formally, keeping his expression neutral.
“I am your king, not Lucifer.” I roared angrily, but they didn’t flinch.
I couldn’t tolerate this disrespect and wanted to kill them for that, but it would only worsen the situation.
I stomped my foot and marched towards the living room of my chamber.
I growled aloud angrily, digging my nails inside my palm in frustration.
Everything was okay almost an hour ago.
Lucifer left the meeting room like he always did
