Gavriel’s face was dark as he walked down the hallway, his steps heavy with conflict. Emotions swirled inside him, emotions he wanted to ignore. Being ruled by them was weakness, and weakness was something he couldn’t afford.

He raked a hand through his hair in annoyance before entering the throne hall. Everyone connected to Althea’s case immediately dropped to their knees. Gavriel said nothing as he strode to his throne, sat down, and closed his eyes.

“My King,” Head Stewardess ...