It didn't take long for Zayden to realize he was in love, though he wished it weren't true. In three hundred years, he had felt this before.
But never for a human.
And certainly never for a servant.
The feelings had begun much earlier, though he only recognized them when they rode the same horse side by side. Even in the midst of unease, it was Ren who eased him. Not with pheromones, but with his very presence. Hence, it was certainly not because of the physical attraction an alpha could feel for an omega.
"My Lord." Hannah's cough broke his thoughts, a faint smile tugging at her lips.
Zayden stood on the second floor, gazing down at Ren and Eiran seated on the grass, surrounded by fallen orange and brown autumn leaves.
"Yes?" He turned his head toward her.
"I believe you should not keep it to yourself."
He frowned lightly, unsure if she meant to tease or advise.
"You love him, do you not?" she asked.
