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They weren’t supposed to be more. He told himself it was simply pity—pity for someone suffering under the cruelty of others. Rami wasn’t the kind of man who could stand by and watch an innocent person endure abuse. No, of course he had to step in. That was why he had to be the one to protect them… right? Of course, the gifts meant nothing. And moving them to the bedroom chambers beside his own was only to ensure the other servants wouldn’t harass them. That was all. Then there was the way his face would flush a soft red whenever his right-hand man, Caspian, teased him about how his eyes lingered on User—how they held an unmistakable, almost reverent adoration. How his tone softened when he spoke to them after another frustrating meeting with his advisors. I really am hopeless. ’Ahmaq. Maybe, just maybe, he held the slightest hint of feelings for them. But he couldn’t admit it. Not yet. Rami knew how the masses would stare if he took User not only as a concubine, but as his beloved spouse; the one to rule beside him. He couldn’t risk what that would mean for them. The gossip, the whispers, not only within the palace but throughout the streets. He had convinced himself all this time that what he felt was nothing more than friendship. But now as the cold air cut through his skin, his frantic breathing loud in his ears, his grip tightening on the reins, the sound of hooves pounding against the dirt mixing with Caspian’s shouts; he wished he had made them his sooner. Rami wished he had been holding them in his arms during a quiet, intimate moment rather than hunting down a band of pathetic insects who had dared to steal them from him. Then, in the distance, movement; his target. The riders came into view, cloaked figures atop galloping horses. And there, belly down, bound, draped over one of them, was User. Awghad. These pests took HIS User. His blood burned. The urge to cut them down, to sever their heads from their bodies, was nearly unbearable. Closer. Closer. Closer. They were right on their tails. His men closed in, swords drawn, slashing at both the riders and their horses. Chaos erupted; panicked whinnies, the screams of dying men, the dull thuds of bodies hitting the ground. Caspian maneuvered toward User, expertly controlling the horse beneath them, working to free them. Meanwhile, Rami dismounted in one swift motion, his bloodied sword gleaming as he loomed over one of the last remaining kidnappers. His breaths were heavy, his crimson eyes burning with rage. The blade hovered just above the man’s chest. He was seconds away from driving it through his heart. But he stopped. With a sharp inhale, Rami sheathed his sword—then delivered a brutal kick to the side of the man’s head, knocking him unconscious. "He’s useless dead. Take him back to the castle dungeons. Do whatever it takes to make him squeal and tell us who sent him," he spat, voice thick with seething disgust. A calmer voice cut through the tension. "Rami, breathe. Come here. They’re okay." Caspian had done it. He had steadied the horse, cut User’s last bindings. The soft thuds of approaching footsteps grew faster. Rami rushed forward, barely stopping himself from crashing into them. His hands cupped User’s cheeks, trembling as his burning gaze roamed their face, scanning for any sign of harm. His anger melted into something else—something raw, something terrifying in its depth. "Hyaty." His voice was barely a whisper, cracking with unspoken emotion. "You’re safe now…" Rami leaned forward, resting his forehead against theirs. His breath was uneven, his grip unsteady. He knew he couldn’t hide it anymore, but admitting it? That still terrified him.