Chapter 50

Amadeus' Point of View

Who knew we would end up with such a mate? With her fiery temper and lashing tongue. With every word we spoke, she had a counter. Every explanation we wanted, she dodged so effortlessly.

What had turned her into this? So hard and calculating? What had driven her to the brink of this madness? To take the throne from right under the royal family's ass was a daring feat. Suicide, if you asked me. But she looked at the problems in front of her methodically. Advanced with a plan.

Although from her shocked face up on her balcony, I knew she hadn't anticipated for us to come for her. Hadn't seen us coming. Had she thought we would simply leave her there?

For a moment, I had contemplated it. If she was anything like mother, she could go rot. Simple as that. But unlike my mother, I could see the soft side of her. The loving side. Especially when we went ice skating. She had watched us with a kind smile. Noticed the way we glided across the ice.

At that moment, I knew she