Deacon’s POV
For years, I’ve mastered maintaining my composure in countless tense situations, which was one of the most important skills I needed as a royalty and battle commander, but the second Desmond opened his lips and his words reached my brain, something within me snapped.
“I’m the King… I think she’ll be a great Queen for me. I’ll ask her to be my wife,” he uttered without hesitation, bringing a jolt of shock in my heart, and my brain seemed to have short-circuited.
Did I hear him right?
My breathing hitched as I stared at Desmond, trying my best to mask my flickering emotion.
While I felt like I was in the eye of the storm, Desmond casually leaned back on his seat with his arm calmly resting on the bar counter and swirling his glass.
“Elena has distinguished herself in milit
