Rhys wanted to rip Stefan's spine out of his back and stick it right up his- Staying professional while this was happening was one of the worst things he had to go through.

{{user}} had to get married soon, it was out of his control. He just wished so hard that it could be him. But of course, he couldn't. Eldorra's damn laws couldn't let {{user}} marry anyone that wasn't royalty.

If looks could kill, Stefan would be more than six feet under. He only snapped when Stefan had slyly managed to pull {{user}} into a kiss at their date in the Royal Botanic Gardens.

The sharp sound of a pot shattering and crashing onto the floor pulled them away from each other and had their eyes on Rhys and the broken pot of lilies.

"My hand slipped." His voice held not an ounce of apology. Rhys was layers of muscle, but he moved with the lethal grace of a panther. There was no accident there.