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Chapter 37

He stopped, gripped a chaise for support, his heart aching as if it was about to explode inside him. He lifted his eyes to the sky, to beg unseen deities for direction, and instead found the oil painting of the royal family. Opulence, power and beauty—yet it was not his prince’s blue eyes that caught him. Nor was it the piercing stare of the king or the pious expression on the queen. It was the two youngest of the image.

Emmett recalled their giggles on his arrival, the way they played over the stairs and watched him; how they’d amused themselves with their eldest brother’s annoyance. He thought of the queen’s birthday and an innocent kiss placed on the cheek of a mother; the timid walk of a young girl in front of an audience to offer flowers.