Recently docked after a voyage abroad, Emmett wants only to find a warm bed and good food, for himself and the cabin boy he's taken into his care. Those plans are impeded, however, by an altercation in the streets -- with a man he realizes too late is England's heir to the throne, Prince Andrewe.<br><br>When the encounter unexpectedly leads to a position in the royal household attending the prince, Emmett is not certain what to think. On one hand, it's a reliable income and ensures the safety of his charge. On the other, it's neither the life Emmett knows, nor an environment that he's comfortable in. Left to learn his lessons the hard way, Emmett spends his days contending with a spoiled, infuriating prince who leaves him in a constant tangle of emotions.<br><br>Then he begins to hear whispers of treason and must make a choice: defend Prince Andrewe or betray him.

Honour

“Overpowering,” Emmett offered. “Ridiculous. Enormous. Ghastly, even.” Emmett shot a dark look towards the opulent construction. “No man needs that much space. No family needs that much power. Look, Aleyn,” he pointed to the humble folk around them. “See how they work to exchange their wares? Finery for food, labour for shelter.” Emmett shook his head. “While these people struggle to survive, selling everything from product to body to soul, the lucky few live in comfort and elegance. And for what? Because they work hard? Because they are better people? No. For nothing more than the fact that royalty runs in their blood. As if that, somehow, makes their souls more valuable.” Emmett stared for a moment, his lip curling in distaste. “Disgusting process.”


“I wish I had royal blood,” Aleyn mumbled.


“Do you?” Emmett smirked. “Not I.” He ruffled Aleyn’s hair. “Come on, this is where we need to be. Let’s get something hot to eat and find ourselves somewhere to wash and sleep.”


Chapter 3