Captain Davon stood at the entrance of the grand palace, his sharp eyes locked onto Prince Angelus as he walked through the garden.
The prince's long black hair moved gently in the breeze, and his green eyes shimmered under the afternoon sun but Davon wasn't admiring him.
His attention was fixed on the man walking beside him, Cassiel.
Cassiel, the so-called pleasure house owner. A charming, elusive figure with a knowing smile. But Davon knew the truth, Cassiel was a magic practitioner, hiding in plain sight.
Magic was banned in the kingdom, yet here he was, walking freely beside the prince in the heart of the palace without attracting the Kahhori's attention.
And Angelus allowed it, the prince trusted him, maybe even… cared for him a little too much.
Davon clenched his fists as he watched them speak in quiet voices, Angelus' expression soft in a way that made his chest tighten.
