Chapter 5

Apparently, all that would change with his new life in Zioneven. Marcelo would never be his husband’s full equal, as Efren was destined to become king. But Efren had promised to further his education and training, and eventually Marcelo would be on a more even plane with other nobles—respected and valued for his contributions.

Marcelo glanced at the broadsword hanging from Efren’s scabbard. Swordsmanship was one of the many skills in which Marcelo was deficient. He’d never received any military training. He couldn’t even wield a knife other than to cut his meat during meals.

The travelers were gathered inside the castle’s gates, with mounted security personnel spaced throughout the line of people on horses, in carriages, and wagons laden with supplies.

Marcelo nodded to his personal servant, Erich, who’d agreed to come with him, as he and Efren made their way to a position near the front of the caravan. A number of security personnel were ahead of them in line.