Cole
Michael turns from me, clutching a goblet of blood in his hands. He drinks deeply before setting the glass on a nearby table and runs his hands down his face, pinching the bridge of his nose.
I’ve never seen Michael like this. Yes, he’s normally high-strung and serious, but ever since he signed the marriage contract, solidifying a union between Red River and his kingdom, he’s been… on the verge of violence.
He’s supposed to be the level-headed one of the two of us. He’s always been the voice of reason, the golden child, paving the way for me to f**k up without repercussions.
Nothing used to faze him. He was always hard and emotionless–the makings of a perfect king.
All it took was a woman to tear down those impenetrable walls and leave him utterly exposed to the world’s evils
