Mulan's POV
I found the torch in the hallway. I don't know what happened. I really don't.
I know one second I was holding the torch and the next, I was placing it close to the fireplace.
And just like that, I was setting everything on fire. Every fucking thing.
I walked through the side Castle. One by one. I placed the torch to the curtains. To the tapestries. To the bed linens.
The fire caught fast. It spread like it was hungry.
Then I went outside and I watched it as it burned...this place he loved.
This place he chose to fuck two whores while our son was lost in the world.
I stood in the courtyard. I watched it burn.
Then he arrived—Kale.
He walked into the courtyard. He looked at the fire. He looked at me. I waited for his anger, for his pain, it was the only thing that would give me satisfaction more than watching his empire burn.
But no, the son of a bitch couldn't even give me that satisfaction.
