Deacon’s POV
“Mom really adores her,” my brother, King Desmond, uttered as he followed Elena’s figure like I did until she disappeared from our sight.
Laughing a little, I replied, “Tell me about it.”
The party continued to prosper through the night. When the moonlight was covered by clouds and the warriors were enjoying themselves under the influence of alcohol, Desmond and I finally decided to call it a night and let the others serve those who remained.
Entering his office, we were greeted by the relaxing scent of aged wood and ink lingering in the air. While Desmond went straight to his chair, I stood formally in front of his desk with my posture straight and indifferent expression.
His eyes surveyed me from head to toe before he raised his brows and let out a smirk. “Come on, Deac
