Winter’s POV

Watching Noah humiliate himself was something I had never imagined I would live to see.

The man who used to laugh easily, who once spoke to me like the world was not weighed down by crowns and bloodlines, was on his knees now. His shoulders were drawn inward, his head bowed so low his hair brushed the stone floor. Every trace of confidence had been stripped away, leaving behind something small and painfully human. He did not look at me. Not once. Whether it was shame or fear, I ...