His Royal Slut
His own eyes burned as he watched his best friend, usually bright and resilient look so completely destroyed.
“I’m so sorry,” Cole whispered, voice thick. He grabbed a cool cloth from the kitchen and pressed it gently to Raine’s forehead, then covered him with the blanket again. Tears slipped down his own cheeks as he sat on the floor, holding Raine’s limp hand. “You didn’t deserve any of this. That royal asshole… he broke you.”
The TV still droned in the background, showing highlights of the engagement party, Daniel and Betty posing for photos, toasting with champagne, the whole kingdom celebrating. Cole glared at the screen before muting it completely.