The entrance of the Prince's residence was at the end of a long hallway on the East side. The prince rarely went out of his residence. Why not, the air was filled with the subtle fragrance of exotic flowers, further enhancing the sense of calm and luxury. The decorations that adorned his residence would make anyone feel at home. With its green and blue marble floors, accented with gold and adorned with soft sofas everywhere, the outside world felt like something far away.
But the serenity of his surroundings did little to soothe the prince's turbulent thoughts. Recent events had stirred a storm of emotions within him, and despite the lavish comfort of his residence, he found no peace.
Filip pulled himself out of his mistress' body and wiped his sweat when someone knocked on his door.
He left his woman tied to the bed. Her face was bruised and badly beaten, blood trickling from her lips and into the sheet.
