The man in question was Ansell Kentesius II, King of Morpsis. XXX King Ansell leaned forward and stroked a calloused finger down Gabriel’s cheek, turning his head. He raised a hand to pat the horse’s head and looked questioningly at Gabriel. The King was besotted with him, had been since their kiss in the stables, seven years ago. The King and Queen had declared, after three months, that they had heard enough, and would decide his father’s fate the next day. What the King did next was something Gabriel would never forget for the rest of his life. He had his mother’s features, a heart shaped face, pouty lips, large, round eyes that were framed on top by two rows of golden lashes.
