Minhyuk didn’t understand why someone would want the prince dead—he was fair in the way he dealt with his subjects, and even though he wasn’t in charge quite yet, his influence had made life better for so many in the towns and villages even on the outskirts of his father’s rule.

But he had been paid a hefty sum to get rid of him, and had been promised even more if he didn’t get caught.

Standing over the sleeping figure, though, blade in hand and moonlight illuminating the soft curves of the prince’s face and the long locks of his hair, he was wondering if the price was worth it.