This wasn't for the faint of heart.
Luca wasn't new to brutality. He'd seen his share of bloodshed, cruelty, and punishment. But it was his first time seeing violence that carried so much grief.
Every hit. Every sickening thunk of flesh against stone was heavy, weighted by a father's rage and a brother's sorrow.
Only now was Luca beginning to understand.
How would he feel if he were in King Garick's or Princess Kira's place?
Devastated.
And that was saying something, considering how he himself had been hurt, abused, and abandoned before. But those wounds came from strangers or people in whom he'd never placed his trust.
This was different.
This betrayal had been committed by someone the King and his daughter had treated like family.
Worse, that misplaced trust had cost them the life of another loved one and had nearly resulted in a war that could have cost the lives of millions.
All because of someone's morbid beliefs.
