Prepare for war

ROME

Feeling like he'd just woken up after a long night of drinking, Rome opened his eyes and took in his opulent surroundings which was a far cry from the dungeon he'd been in before he'd passed out.

Speaking of the dungeon...

He startled upright, struggling against the binds on his arms.

Elora.

He growled out his anger, straining even harder but the binds only seemed like they were getting tighter.

What were these even made of?

Those bastards had hit her. She looked nothing like the woman she had been in the castle but even if the bruises left her unrecognisable, his heart knew.

He could smell her the moment he had been captured.

It had taken all of his willpower to not kill those guards and grab her out of there.

And that bastard...

He had been standing right there.

It was his fault that she had had to suffer like that.

The second he freed his hands, the man would...

"There's no point struggling against your restraints, boy king." The elven leader smiled walking into the broad cham