The King's Excuse

Darius shoved his heavy boot against Ronan’s thigh, staring blankly at the plain white ceiling of the guest bedroom. "You two have mates. Give me some actual advice. She is furious with me, and I am out of ideas."

Ronan swatted Darius’s foot away for the umpteenth time, glaring over his shoulder from his spot on the couch. "Why? Did you fuck up?" Ronan asked, his tone laced with amusement. "What