Sebastian hated Saha.
Not politically.
Politically, Saha was tolerable in the same way controlled fire was tolerable: dangerous, expensive, and occasionally useful if pointed in the correct direction.
No, Sebastian hated Saha on a far more personal level.
Specifically, he hated one white-blond disaster currently haunting the western wing of Alamina's palace like a beautiful biological threat wrapped in royal tailoring.
He hated that they had met through a passing corridor only for him to continue toward Dean's suite afterward and be informed, with visible staff trauma, that his younger brother was unavailable.
Unavailable.
Sebastian had initially assumed this meant sleeping.
Then one poor attendant had clarified far too carefully that Prince Dean was currently in heat with his mate and had requested absolute privacy.
A terrible day to possess hearing.
Sebastian did not want to know anything about Dean's sex life.
At all.
Unfortunately, the palace apparently disagreed.
