Meanwhile, on the distant planet of Gia, a person was having the most stressful time of his life.
Biting down on his lip, Bian gazed out through the enormous, opulent windows of his chambers. Beyond the black glass forest, the twin suns were slowly sinking toward the horizon, their golden light spreading across the landscape. The fading glow made the dark trees shimmer like polished obsidian, while the crystalline waters winding through the forest reflected the sunlight in brilliant shades of blue.
It should have been a beautiful sight.
Yet none of it brought even the slightest bit of peace to Bian's mind.
His gaze dropped to the empty container in his hand, and rage slowly twisted his expression.
It had been five years since he had come to Gia. Five years since he had managed to establish himself here and live as a prince consort. For five years, he had carefully maintained the life he had built for himself.
And yet...
