บท 178: Cold Whispers

"Please! Your highness… please.. Aahhhh"

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In the royal garden,

"Young master! Young master!" Rowan flinched when a maid touched his injured shoulders.

But what really started him was not the woman but his thoughts.

The voice of Lucas forcing the woman and her pain to please hard filled his mind. Though he had dragged his body out of that hellhole, his mind was still trapped in the cruelty of the beast who called himself a prince.

Rowan felt a deep hatred towards those fairytales and legends. They paint Prince in such a golden color as if he was a savior, a hero.

While in reality. Those princes were nothing but rotten bunch who could do anything to hurt others. They are depraved, decadent fallen beings who did not even deserve to be called a human being.

"Is the pain too much?" the woman asked with worry as she applied medicine on his shoulders.