He despised her. Hated the way she would challenge his authority. Stride through the halls of his kingdom and command his own guards as if she owned the lavish palace. It made his fists clench and his gaze burn with a smoldering sense of possession. This kingdom, this palace—it was his. All of it. The walls, the decor, the people, even the food. Every last bit of it belonged to him. Atticus. Thoug...