Heather’s POV

I walked beside Prince Keith, my hands lightly resting on the push handles of his wheelchair, guiding him forward. My mind, however, was not entirely focused on that. It kept replaying what just happened at the royal mausoleum, the raw, unguarded emotions I had witnessed from him. The devastating grief that had wracked his body, the unexpected tears that had streamed down his face... and then, the kiss. A kiss so tender, so full of unspoken feeling, that it had left me ...