Chapter 41

Kaysen flinched. The gaze Marceau cast on him while nestled in Darcy's arms felt strangely unfamiliar today.

"You’re someone who can’t even accept that I’ve changed."

Her reproachful tone stirred a sense of guilt in him. Despite his emotionless face and the low, distant look in his eyes, his conscience began to stir.

People don’t change easily. Kaysen, who had spent more years in the gutter than in the palace, knew this all too well. The experiences that had shaped him also solidified the beliefs that now underpinned his worldview.

He had heard the rumors that the misunderstanding …