After looking at the prisoners, her gaze fell on the men torturing the poor prisoners and her jaws tightened, as her gaze landed on Rowan, the man who had kept a lot of things from her.
He stood there wearing a royal robe and damn; it suited him perfectly. She should have known that he was born for greatness when she saw him.
"Are you really planning on keeping your mouth shut?" Rowan asked one of the tied men coldly, as he wiped the blood off his hands.
The man looked at Rowan coldly and spit at him, his answer very obvious.
Rowan chuckled coldly as he wiped the spit from his face and Tapiwa, watching behind the veil, looked excited.
It was the first time that she saw a royal being treated like that. She was excited and filled with anticipation of how Rowan would react, but her expectations were shut down before they could go anywhere.