The king’s anger

Presently, it was nighttime already and the castle was filled with ease and silence...

Meanwhile, King Spencer could be seen inside his golden room as he silently sat close to his reading table while gazing keenly at the gorgeous picture in his hand.

It was a picture that epitomized his wife and his kids; they all died during the gas explosion which was solely carried out by Eleanor.

"I have finally caught your killer, but I find it difficult to punish her for her deed," he murmured, lifting the picture nearer to his face.

"... I couldn't do anything but to make her my slave, I want to hurt her and I want to punish her slowly too. However, I couldn't and I dont know why. This is so unlike me," he said in anguish, and his cold voice was carried with so much pain and bitterness.

"But I promise you one thing, Hazel. I will make her suffer and I will bring justice to your deaths even if my heart stops me from taking destroying her," he vowed, and then, he gently placed his lips on th