บท 302: Old Debts & New Bargains II

The man was slouched over, his hair a mess, hands bound behind him, and his feet strapped together, rendering him immobile. Even with the sound of the creaky door being pushed open resonating across the small hut, Prince Nathaniel didn't even move an inch. 

If it weren't for the steady rise and fall of his shoulders that told Daphne he was still breathing, she might've even assumed he was dead, killed by her husband and his best friend.

"Why is he here?!" Daphne asked, horrified. They had parted on poor terms, but that didn't mean she wanted him captured and tortured!

She immediately ran forward, checking Prince Nathaniel for wounds and scrapes. There wasn't much, but Daphne could definitely smell blood on him even through the dirt and grime.

Daphne spun around, frowning as she targeted her question at Jonah. "What did you do to him?"