At his defence

                   Mateo's pov 

It wasn't easy.

Looking into those beautiful hopeful eyes and telling everyone, she was not mine.

Looking at her ,with wrists tied in chains at my feet. Being thrown around like a rag doll. Like a filth of a traitor.

Seeing the skin I kissed last night, getting scrapped. And treated like this.

But I had to do it.

I didn't had a choice.

However what actually infuriated me more than anything was when he touched her. His breath on the lips that I had claimed. His stink enveloping her fragrance.

Once this is over. I am going to fuc*ing claim her back. To mark each and every inch of her skin. To fuc* her to oblivion. To hear her scream my name till her throat runs dry.

Her body is mine! How dare he even touch her!

I will make this stink on her disappear.

I am being called upon the stage for the coronation and I fina