Hearing that confession that's so sincere and so painfully earnest, Rowan couldn't forget the way Zalyric looked in that moment. The king had not been a king. The title, the authority, the overwhelming presence that ruled an entire kingdom… had all fallen away.
In that quiet room, he was just a man.
A man in love with a runaway omega from another kingdom.
A man stripped bare of his pride, of his status and of the untouchable aura he always carried.
He wasn't the sovereign who oversaw his people, who commanded armies and who bore the weight of a nation.
He was simply Zalyric.
And Rowan who had heard such a confession for the first time in his entire life was still stuck in a daze even after a whole day had passed. The words refused to leave his head.
