Chapter 4

"# Chapter 4: The Royal Guard Captain

The knock came at seven in the morning, sharp and military. I had been awake since five, staring at the ceiling of my palace suite, replaying Alexander's voice in my head. Finish the painting. Three years ago, in that Brooklyn studio, he had called himself Alex. He had painted storm clouds over a harbor while I sketched the curve of his jaw. I had never learned his last name. He had never told me. Now he was a prince, and his uncle wanted him dead, and I was the only person in this marble prison who knew what his laugh sounded like.