Chapter 60: A fractured choice.
Daryl's POV
The pounding of heavy boots against the marble corridor was so deafening that I barely heard whatever the guards were trying to explain to me.
It had to do with something about Ciara, and my father.
In an instant, I was out of my room and already pushing past the guards in the hallway as my heart clawed at my ribs even though I didn't quite understand what happened yet.
When I made it through to the royal quarters, I saw some guards dragging Ciara away and as soon as they saw me, their steps faltered.
"Why do you have her in cuffs?". I asked, anger already permeating my entire being.
"Daryl, I didn't mean to...". Ciara started but stopped and my brows knit together. I looked at the guards holding her for an explanation.
There had to be
