A few days later, after Ethan moved into the home of a Crown Prince and learned three separate ways of getting lost in it, the disaster came.
And by disaster he meant Caelan.
The boss nutcase.
The palace had tried to make Ethan comfortable. That was the problem. Comfort in a place like this came in the form of invisible people anticipating your needs, doors opening before you reached them, and hallways that all looked identical unless you had been born with a map in your head.
Ethan had been given a room that was bigger than his entire apartment. A wardrobe that looked like it could store a small family. A 'private sitting area' that felt like a joke someone rich told themselves so they didn't have to admit they were lonely.
He'd also been given rules, even when no one called them rules.
