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

“Your hands are so dry,” Andrewe said, his tone more amused than concerned. He sought out a bottle in the basket left by the bath hands, removed the cork with a definitive pop, and upended it into his palms. Emmett’s heart once again kicked painfully as thick scented oil pooled in Andrewe’s palm, his long fingers cupped delicately, as though a tulip, pale appendages adorned with heavy gold and dancing jewels. Andrewe secured Emmett’s right hand, smiled at Emmett’s expression and with slow, deliberate slides began to coat rough calluses. It took everything Emmett had to force his eyelids to stay open, to not succumb to the automatic need to let them drift closed in breathless reverence.


Emmett licked dry lips and tried to find his voice. “Your Highness, you…” he swallowed hard against a moan that threatened as Andrewe’s thumbs worked magical circles into his hand. “You don’t have to do that—”


Chapter 9