Alexander POV
Guilty. I’m guilty of hurting my wife. My wife—not just any woman, but mine. Yet, I can’t shake this feeling of unjustified outrage. There are plenty of women out there, so why does it matter so much? My first wife was taken by rogues, and I didn’t make a fuss. I didn’t cry or demand revenge. She wandered into the greenhouse, straying from where she should’ve been—waiting with the other wives. If she had just stayed where she belonged, she’d still be here, raising our children. I guess choosing a mate brings all kinds of problems.
But this situation? This is different. I had my King, Cassian, handle that wizard, Brandon. Always so damn good at everything: magic, strength, charm, even humor. What a joke. I’ve been a decent king—gave Brandon jobs, paid him, even let him have
