He traced the lines of his face. “I could use your counsel right about now, my friend.” He’d do anything to have Edmund and Tyson back with him. Where were they? He didn’t know if they were safe and there was no way to contact them. To tell them how much he wanted them by his side.
He took the sketchbook and moved to the couch. The next image was of Etta as a young girl. His eyes roamed the beauty he’d drawn her with and he knew. Even then, he’d loved her.
His father would be disappointed in him. He’d call him weak to be controlled by a woman, to allow her to change him. But Alex had finally taken the first steps toward becoming the kind of king he wanted to be. It wasn’t by some coronation. That happened ages ago. But taking his throne the way he had tonight had been because of that wom
