“Are you quite alright?” Ronan asked, lowering himself onto the creaking bed beside her.

Ronan Blake had been raised within the fortified walls of Eldenmere, earning the king’s trust and carrying out his most private confidences. But none of that mattered once his heart betrayed him—falling for the one person he was never meant to have. The king’s only daughter. The girl he'd known all his life. And now, here they were, hidden away in the quiet outskirts of Rosewynn, holed up in a forgotten house, far from the palace, far from the life they left behind.

“You’ve had that look in your eyes ever since we left,” he murmured, releasing a slow breath. “And I can’t help but wonder what it’s really trying to tell me.”