Kathryn stood frozen, staring down the hallway where the prince had disappeared. Her vision blurred with unshed tears, her heart thundered in her chest, and her body trembled from the intensity of her rage. Never in her life had she been so thoroughly humiliated, especially not by the prince. A man who should have revered her, the only daughter of a highly respected Duke. But Hades had always been a man who held no regard for status or courtesy.
Clenching her jaw and balling her fists, Kathryn turned sharply and stormed toward her chambers, her footsteps loud and heavy with fury. The moment she entered the room, she slammed the door shut behind her with an echoing bang. In one swift, furious motion, she reached for the ceramic flower vase on her dresser and hurled it to the ground. It shattered into countless pieces.
