Daniel stood frozen in the doorway, the world narrowing down to the man standing right in front of him. Five years. Half a decade of wondering, of guilt that ate him alive in the quiet hours of the night, of forcing himself to believe Raine was gone forever. And here he was, real, breathing, looking at him with those same eyes that used to make Daniel forget he was supposed to be a prince.

“Raine…” The name slipped out like it physically hurt, rough and broken, nothing like the controlled voice of a king. His usual cold mask shattered completely. The man who had learned to hide every emotion for...