Third person
That promise was loud, but Moon worked faster, and Rain was stable before the first howl of dawn, and Cealan was by his side. He never left, not after he realized Malik wanted him out so he could focus better. He made a promise he would never have. He said he would be calm. He tried his best to control his pheromones, his hands clutching those of his mate. Malik looked impressed. The palace calmed down a little, and the weak guards and maids found their way to their quiet quarters.
Outside, the prayer warriors hadn't left. They chanted little prayers, and Prince Marcus didn't send them away. He had stepped out with fury, his eyes hardened with a million ways to make them leave, but Morgan intervened in time.
"Send them away and everyone will say you tried to kill the crown prince."
Marcus knew everyone thought that already, so what difference would it make? Well, the news came faster than they had expected.
"The crown prince is okay, weak but alive and hopeful."
