Angel’s POV:
After crying in the bath for some time, I get up, thinking about how to end this misery once and for all. I don’t deserve “happy ever after” after what I did, but I don’t deserve this s**t either. Screw those bastards. If they don’t let me go, I will leave them permanently.
I don’t bother drying myself as I stomp out of the bathroom. I’m on a mission; I’m going to show those bastards! Nobody is f*****g with me ever again! Entering the bedroom, I stop in my tracks. King Samuel is nowhere to be seen, and King Richard sleeps in bed. I stare at the man, and my blood boils. You want to inflict me pain? Well, two can play that game!
Next to me, there is a bookshelf filled with books, figurines, and other pretty objects. Among them is a letter opener in metal, a perfect dagger. I
