Wedding bells were ringing, but the groom wasn't happy. Theron was in his room; he barely had time to calm down after the departure of Adela when Blake stormed into his quarters like he owned them.
"What now?" Theron hissed, and Blake could only smile.
"The King requests your presence, my prince."
Theron's eyes narrowed. Rowan was not one to openly call him out.
"Why?" he demanded, a little off guard.
Blake glanced around for a second, making sure there was no one, then turned to the man before him.
"Since we are here, I might as well say it. Kim loves you, and this will hurt him."
The words did not surprise Theron. He knew the cold guard cared; he loved him too deeply, yet he had turned down his proposal of eloping.
"But I wasn't the one who gave up on us, so why come to me?" Theron hissed, walking away.
"Even I will not elope with my lover knowing they will lose everything."
Theron stopped. He had thought about it, but from Kim's perspective.
