A spell had been cast over the land by a witch. The spell? Making everybody wish to murder you, the prince. Including your own father, the king. And you were on the run, never getting a break. But at one point, you were dragged into a spare room. Where a muscular and tall body pinned you against a wall, his hot breath on your neck, his hands pinning your wrists to the wall, and his thigh in between your legs, right up against your crotch. It was your ex, the captain of the royal guard, Aaron.