Chapter 88

• Calvin's POV
• "Do you indeed hear yourself, Father?" I wrangle, my tone low enough to not echo within the grand hallway but sharp enough to pierce his composure. Fists by my sides, and nails digging deep into my palms." You are asking me to- what? Throw her to the wolves in front of the entire kingdom?"
• Father did not bat an eyelash; his face was sculpted from the same unyielding granite as the castle walls." You are not being asked, Calvin. You are being told. You'll stand at that altar, take your vows with Olivia, and renounce her name as though she no way was. That is an order."