Yet when his gaze went to the wrinkles on the bed sheet, contoured by her shape. Inadvertently, his hand went to the bedsheet, longing to touch her. His instincts screamed. That bloody meeting could wait. He placed the pillow back, got up from the bed, and strode out the room, his soldiers marching behind him. He ordered them again not to enter the room. The clouds above had burst, and it started raining on his kingdom.

When he walked into the training arena with just his breeches on, every soldier out there freaked out. He had so much rage inside him that it manifested in his locked jaw, his bulging...