Michael's P.O.V
"Poor princess." a voice echoed from the end of my brother's table where his fiancee sat. My eyes quickly darted in that direction. She was wiping her lips with a napkin when she said the words that stirred my memories. A common phrase told by the servants in that damn palace. Words that were accompanied by painful beatings and lashings that she did not or never deserved. The times when I could not step forward to protect my twin from bitches and bastards such as this slutty girl who has boggled my mind for the past hour as to why my big brother would take in as his fiancee.
