James's hand slowly curled into a tight fist as he let his gaze travel across the enormous hall of Valthera.
He had been waiting for what felt like an eternity, and every passing second only made his frustration grow.
No matter how deeply his grievance burned within him, he knew he had no choice but to wait. He could endure it for a little while longer. After all, it was only for a moment.
As long as he was given the chance to fight back, the chance to tear down everyone who had remained in the position and throne that should have belonged to him for so long, then the waiting would be worth it.
Everything would be worth it. Especially after everything that had happened over the past several years.
The memories still weighed heavily on his mind, refusing to disappear no matter how much time had passed.
Then there was Stella and Adrian, their arrogance and the way they had looked at him as though his failure was nothing more than something to mock.
