Prince Nolan scowled as he entered his bedroom to see a female lying in his bed. With a growl, he seized her by the hair and kicked her out with a snarl as a maid brought him some tea. Keeping her eyes downcast, she arranged it on his table, preparing a cup.
Nolan’s nose wrinkled in disgust. Would his father never stop meddling? He waited until the maid had left before pouring the tea down the drain.
For years his father had been obsessed with having several heirs to carry on the glory of the royal line. When his first mate couldn’t provide more than one, he moved on to a new one. Nolan had no idea how his mother tolerated him, but after what he did to her first mate, perhaps she felt she had no choice. She never said as much, but Nolan had serious doubts that the king was his biologic
