He stops, blood running cold at her quiet assurance. It pulls something up in his mind, something Prince Laurent had said about who Damen really was.
Damen who is uncommonly strong and handsome and educated. Damen who Prince Laurent sees as his equal.
He lets out quick, panicked breaths as his hand flies up, grabbing at his collar. He's been living with him, speaking to him as a friend, an an equal. The garden, the garden with Govart's rough hands as Damen watched.
"Gods," he breathes, turning wide eyes on the woman who watches him so calmly. "I am his bed slave. I am supposed to be Prince Damianos's bed slave. I didn't, I didn't know. He said he was a soldier."
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Damen who is uncommonly strong and handsome and educated. Damen who Prince Laurent sees as his equal.
He lets out quick, panicked breaths as his hand flies up, grabbing at his collar. He's been living with him, speaking to him as a friend, an an equal. The garden, the garden with Govart's rough hands as Damen watched.
"Gods," he breathes, turning wide eyes on the woman who watches him so calmly. "I am his bed slave. I am supposed to be Prince Damianos's bed slave. I didn't, I didn't know. He said he was a soldier."