“What the fuck did you do?”

Daniel’s voice cut through the quiet elegance of his parents’ private chambers like a blade. The words hung heavy in the air, raw and unfiltered, carrying every ounce of the fury that had been building inside him since he left Raine’s apartment. He stood in the doorway, shoulders rigid, fists clenched at his sides, the kingly composure he usually wore like armor completely stripped away.

Queen Eleanor looked up from the stack of documents on her lap, her perfectly arched eyebrows drawing together in confusion. “Daniel, what on earth are you talking about? It’s late. You should be resting, not....”

King Reginald, however, had...