Leonidas's POV
I rushed back into the castle, my mind a tangled mess of frustration and anger. Adrian followed, curious and concerned. I needed a drink to drown my troubles, but even the fiery liquid couldn't soothe the turmoil in my heart. I collapsed on the couch in my royal chamber, my grip on the glass tight.
Adrian, always loyal and ready to lend an ear, couldn't hold back. "Your Majesty, what's eating at you?"
I didn't answer immediately, just kept muttering her name like it was the only thing I could think of. "Isadora... Isadora... Ahhhh!!"
"Bash!!!"
I couldn't contain my frustration, so I hurled the glass against the wall, watching it shatter into pieces. It was a pitiful release for my anger, and I knew I needed something stronger to numb the storm within me.
"Get me the go
