Synopsis
Two years back, a seizure and everything that came with it cost him his standing, his title, his mind — and after all that, the great lord Slan ended up in s*avery. He had more or less made his peace with the scraps of freedom he was allowed, until a man walks up to him out of nowhere. An arm that settles around his waist like it belongs there. A mouth that gets close and speaks of some bond between them like it's obvious, like it's always been true. Slan doesn't understand it, but he can't quite pull himself away…
