"So you have finally returned," a voice said as soon as Rihaan stepped inside the building.
He inhaled before turning, only to find his father seated on the couch in the main hall where tables and other furnishings stood.
It was the audience hall he personally ordered to be built because he couldn't be bothered to lead guests through the endless hallways of his mansion. And that was also what his lover preferred when he asked him back in Devraat.
"I have nowhere else to go," he replied, approaching his father.
The man narrowed his gaze in disbelief.
"You must have gone to dig up something on that man again."
Rihaan didn't answer, making it clear his father wasn't wrong.
The king slowly rose from his seat, his heavy cloak dragging across the polished floor.
His expression was unreadable, and his voice cold.
"Ever since I arrived, I've noticed. You have been disappearing too often. Running off without escorts. Did you think I wouldn't see it?"
