Logan’s POV
I have been digging for dirt about the king but to no avail. Where do I even begin? Wait a minute, the night my wedding with Aria went haywire, I remember her saying that Reagan might not be the king’s son. And as I knew Aria, she wasn’t one to lie. The only thing to do now, is to find out more, I know it is true, all I need now is proof. As I am engrossed in my thoughts, I hear a knock at my door.
“Who is there?” I groan from the bed. I should have known spending the night in the palace wouldn’t be peaceful. Damn these workers.
“It’s me, sir, I have a message from the king.” At least it is a lady servant. I make sure I have removed all my clothes, I brush my fingers through my hair. Then I cover myself with the sheet.
“Come in then the door is open.” I say out loud. She o
