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Lucius's POV

Today marks the second day since Kiara went missing. The frustration bubbling inside me was barely contained, my patience wearing thinner with each passing second. I had ordered my generals to investigate the Dukes of Decresh, especially Grewald. That bastard had the audacity to threaten me about Kiara before. If anyone had a hand in her disappearance, I was willing to wager it was him.

Right now, my men were working on forcing the truth out of him in the palace's underground torture chamber. The room reeked of sweat, fear, and blood. Dim torches lined the walls, casting long, flickering shadows over the instruments of pain. Grewald was tied to an iron chair, his clothes torn and stained with blood. His once-proud expression was now twisted with pain, but despite it all, he still refused to talk.

"Where is she?" My voice was eerily calm as I took slow steps towards him, my boots echoing in the cold chamber.