Meanwhile Zephyr stopped at the entrance of the castle, clasping his beats with an aching sensation at the sight.
"Welcome home, Prince," Isadorian mocked him.
His breaths hitched upon witnessing the place that was once his delightful home but now it was nothing but a gloomy place.
'What happened to my home…?'
His lips curled downwards, anguish dropped to his core, aching his whole being when he found his home in this condition.
Everything flashed in his eyes, his childhood, teenage, the lively moments and the end of it all. His eighteenth birthday and allowing it to sting his whole being.
"Agonized?" Isadorian remarked.
Checking out his deeply grieved face, taking him inside the place, motioning to the soldiers to go back to their post.
Stopping at the throne room, Isadorian presented the prisoner before the crimson-eyed insensible ruler.
"Here, My Lord, your beloved,"
