“I’m sure he deeply regrets that decision, Your Highness,” Rafe answered.
I had signed the marriage documents myself.
Rafe. On that much he hadn’t lied.
Crown Prince Jaxon Tyrus Rafferty of Dalbreck.
I remembered how he had looked at me that first night in the tavern when he told me his name, waiting to see if there was any glimmer of recognition. But a prince had been the last thing I was looking for.
“Shackle him and bring him along,” Kaden said. “The Komizar will kill him if he’s lying. And search the surrounding hills. He couldn’t have come alone.”
Rafe pulled against the soldiers who twisted his hands behind his back to chain him, but his eyes never left mine.
I looked at him, not a stranger, but not a farmer either. It had been a clever deception from the very beginning.
The wind swirled between us, threw mist in our faces. Whispered. In the farthest corner … I will find you.
I wiped at my eyes, the real and true blurring.
But I knew this much. He came.
He was here.
And maybe, for now, that was all the truth I needed.