“Captain Raz,”
The man stiffens, his back shooting straight into attention. He whirls around to face me, his expression like steel before bowing low. “Crown Prince, you called for me?”
He obviously looks like a mess.
An inconsolable mess.
I have heard how Julian berated him ruthlessly, how my father literally almost choked him to death from anger— she was his responsibility after all.
They trusted him.
He lost her.
And I am sure he is beating himself up for it as well. Maybe worse than how Julian and my father did.
Especially if he truly did care for her.
Thick bags were under his eyes, and they were red, like he was trying his hardest not to cry.
He did not look like the kind of man that cries. He’s a captain. And he’s a famous one, known to be strict and strong and everyt
