Cole’s POV
"Logan, Shay, let him go," King Adrian ordered from his shiny seat at the far end of the hall. My lip curled back in disgust as my knees barked against the hard floor. It was morning, and I had only just had the opportunity to witness the soft rays of sunlight that shone through the large floor to ceiling windows on my left. I would believe that the castle was beautiful if I had the opportunity to see more than this hall and the cell I was confined to.
Queen Cora stood, strolling casually towards me with her long dark hair thrown over her shoulder. I had an instant dislike of our matriarch the moment I laid eyes on her. It was the hair. I could imagine the feel of it running through my fingers and it brought bile to my tongue. "Cole..." she said plainly. Disinterested. "We hav
