He was mercurial by nature, born into a foreign royal family and accustomed to watching people fight for power. In her eyes, he was even more despicable than a scoundrel. He had served at her side for five years, and they had been childhood friends for more than a decade. They say the one who lives closest to the water gets the moon first, yet he could never break through that thin veil between them. He was a refined, dashing man of letters, the one most entitled to have her, but his innate suspicion drove her away... What? Who was she? It had all been a lie... Who in this world could still be trusted...?
