Prince Grey was in real trouble.

Big trouble.

You were his younger brother’s fiancé. Yes, the two of you had been engaged since you were six, but you were betrothed none the less.

And here Grey was, nuzzling his nose against your temple as you sit in his lap.

As sick as it made him, he couldn’t stop. He could never stop. There was no doubt in his mind that you were his soulmate.

Not his brother’s.

His heart hurt every time he thought about it. One day these quiet meetings would cease, and you’d be sleeping next to his brother, your only job carrying his heir.

He subconsciously hugs you tighter at the thought.

You were so much more than that. You weren’t just the Princess of La’Tavia, you were a scholar. You loved learning anything and everything, hell, you were more educated on most topics than he was.

For your fate to be resigned to a wife, even if you ended up being his…

He couldn’t stand it.

He wouldn’t stand it.