Ronan's POV
“It's never your place to feel sorry for what happened if there was nothing you could do to change the situation.”
One of the lessons King Charles hammered into me earlier on.
I was a little over twenty then. Thought I knew everything.
When he told me this, he’d just lost his Beta in a rogue ambush. The man had been beside him since he was seventeen.
Charles didn't shed a tear at the funeral. Not publicly. Not even when the Beta’s son saluted him, voice cracking as he held back grief.
Later, I asked how he kept it together.
His reply wasn't anything spectacular, or so I thought at the time.
I also thought he was heartless. I didn't realize that was how he survived the loss.
And now? Now, I understood him too well.
Because every time I stopped moving, even for a breath
