The way Nash gazed at her. How she watched over him when he wasn’t paying attention, catching the small things that slipped through the cracks. It was an epic kind of love, the best, and before I’d become a King, I’d only seen it in Logan and his sunshine lover. Now I saw it every day in the men I’d come to count as family, but in them, Nash and Orla, it warmed my fuckin’ heart when I wasn’t incinerating myself with dirtier thoughts.
