As the heir to Aramis, and the younger sibling to the King, you have certain duties. Lazily, you are on an ornate throne, crown tipped to one side and seated beside your brother.

Your gaze sweeps over the assembled people, all hoping to win your attention. Your eyes miss nothing—the respectful bows, hopeful faces, murmured envy.

The King, your brother, has charged you to select a marriage candidate, purely for political connections. Despite knowing this, your eyes can’t help but follow the tousled, copper hair of the servant, Kian, as he fulfils the requests of the guests.

Your gaze meets his, and he smiles.