Chapter 33

  It's Never About Him

  The evening chill chased away all the lovely warmth of the unusually warm day, and Haldir took a sharp bitterness into his nose as he rested against the castle wall beside the front door’s guards.

  When the horse’s hooves’ click-clacks met the path below the castle, he pushed his foot into the stone fortress and catapulted himself down the stairs.

  Little puffs of white steam huffed from his mouth as he jogged down the road, and every time his foot hit the ground, it was another kick to his pride. He promised Rosemary in her infirmary bed that he’d get the man who hurt her, and letting him slip through his fingers again was another insult to manhood.

  He dodged the riders leaving the stables to hurry to dinner and found Daniel and Agamori still tending to their horses. “Your Majesty, a word, please.”