Adrian's POV
I had never truly spoken with my uncle before, never shared a single conversation worth remembering. He'd always hated me, just as he'd hated my father.
To him, I was merely the son of the twin who had stolen everything from him. The title, the throne, the respect. The twin who had left him with nothing but envy and bitterness.
When he'd brought Lance into the picture, setting him up as my rival and competition, I knew it was only to deepen his resentment. It was the only thing he'd ever been consistent about, his hatred.
"Don't take it out on yourself, Adrian," he said suddenly, his voice echoing through the dim cell walls.
