Chapter 47

ALEXANDER'S POV I reflected in the cold room of my cell. The king had punished me to confinement but I didn’t care. Derek and Maya were lucky I didn’t rip their throats out. I could have hurt them and still be punished with a smile on my face. The sound of my phone ringing brought me out of my thoughts. The name flashing across the screen sent a feeling of warmth in my chest. It was Eliza. I opened the message. My chest tightened as I scrolled through the things she sent me. It was evidence she had sent. Videos of displaced townsfolk filled my screen. Their faces were filled with suffering and their voices trembled as they recounted the horrors they had endured. Buildings were reduced to rubble. Some children cried out in the streets. Entire families were torn apart by a war they never asked for. My fingers clenched into a fist as my blood boiled. This wasn’t just war—it was slaughter. And Maya had been at the center of it. A bitter taste filled my mouth as I read the final lines of El