King Lucas Conroy sat before Amelia’s sleeping form, gazing down at her with so much tenderness that Arian had to look away, in fear of intruding on their affection.

　　“Why didn’t you tell me, sweetheart?” Conroy whispered as he pressed his lips to the back of Amelia’s hands.

　　Arian noticed a tear wriggling its way down his cheeks and he felt sorry for his brother. He looked so hurt that Arian opened and closed his mouth repeatedly in search of the right ...