This was it, the moment of truth. Everything they’d done and everything they’d planned had led to this moment.

As he hauled his stumbling husband up the castle steps toward his room, he kept looking back over his shoulder at Jace. Those brown eyes offered comfort and reassurance that he could never say, and it was all Aster needed to keep dragging the intoxicated fool of a King to his chambers.

“I’ll knock if we need you, Ser Rowan,” Aster said with a ...