Nothing ever caught Lence's attention. The man was like cold death, lonely and terrifying. The emperor's nephew, he had been the crown prince's playmate since childhood and was now his right-hand man. He always acted cruelly, torturing anyone who dared to disturb his peace.

Lence Warren, Grand Duke of Warren. Anyone who knew that name would bow their heads and dare not meet his gaze.

Lence entered the banquet hall with a stranger in tow. There had never been any tenderness in his eyes—until now. He was softer...