38; torture

Rex’s POV

I sat on my throne, restlessness consuming me. This state of mine was very discomforting. It's just like a dream, I have failed to accept that days had passed, yet I couldn't find a trace of Freya. If only it could be a dream, I would love to wake up from it. But such dreams don't seem to last this long. I could notice some unusual sounds, My head was already making heavy beats, That could be nothing but a headache, it's something I am certain about. "She had vanished into thin air, leaving me desperate and miserable," I said to myself trying to hide my pain with my eyes fixed outside the window. "I seek your help, Father, help me," I said, turning to my father, there was nothing left to do than to seek his help. He is in every position to help out. He gave me a sharp stare as he coldly refused my request. I was out of ideas of where Freya could be, Not even a clue to discovering her whereabouts was available. There is just something I was certain about; my dad believes I de