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

Emmett took a breath and blew it out slowly. “There is a boy…”


Andrewe tsked and looked up in distaste. “Why is there always a boy with you shipmen?”


Emmett flushed. “It’s not…I mean, he’s not…we’re not…” Emmett sat up and smoothed a hand over his hair. “He’s a friend, your Highness.”


“Mm,” Andrewe looked at his nails in disinterest. “Then why should I care of this boy?” He lifted his eyes and held Emmett’s gaze with a cold stare. “You need no other friends than me.”


“I cannot…I will not leave Aleyn alone on the ship.”


Andrewe sighed. “Oh, good God, yes. Aleyn. The littlest of the ship’s rats. And what pray tell would you have me do with a boy too clumsy to keep control of his own feet?”


Emmett shook his head. “I am unsure. He’s very good with horses—”


“Oh, no doubt.” Andrewe rolled his eyes. “He made that quite obvious.”


Chapter 13