Enzo POV
It had become pretty darn clear that I was no longer welcomed at the Palace. No one had come out and said it outright, but between the back roads getting to the castle, and the convenient exclusions from certain guestlists, it was pretty obvious.
A week passed since I had seen the woman my heart yearned to hold, and then another week went by. And still, I hadn’t even caught a glimpse of her.
“I can’t believe they’re making you move out of the Palace,” Eli grumbled as he carried a box of miscellaneous things I had stored in my closet.
“I’m not surprised. Despite King Mattias supporting my search for his niece, I never really believed that he ever wanted me to mate and marry her,” I grunted, lifting the last box of my belongings. “I'm not royal-worthy.”
Eli snorted, “f*****g
