Not for the first time, Amery wished he could put an end to the charade between himself and Sir Tovin. When Giles’s sword had struck true, he could’ve sworn the blade cut deep into his own body, he felt it. Without caring what the others would think, he’d rushed to Tovin’s side, gathered him in his arms, held him as close as he could…
But his knight’s mind had been on the others. Tovin was always careful around their friends, around anyone. Why couldn’t Amery take the knight into his arms and not worry who said what? Was he not the regent? Wasn’t his word law?
Then why could he not love whom he wanted? Why could a simple knight like Berik flaunt his sexuality while the regent himself had to curb his desires? His father had tried time and again to explain to him why he must keep himself
