~Storme~
I wanted to disappear into the floor. Theo, however, appeared unfazed. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving mine. “She’s… captivating,” he said, his voice thick with meaning. “More than I expected.”
My cheeks burned, and I risked a glance at the king, who seemed pleased with the response. He had no idea that the tension in the room had nothing to do with polite conversation.
“That’s good to hear,” Marcellus said, raising his glass in a toast. “I trust you’ll make her feel welcome.”
Theo’s grin deepened, and he shook his head. “Of course, Father. In fact, I’d be happy to give her a tour of the Palace after dinner.”
The king nodded approvingly, oblivious to the undercurrent of Theo’s offer. I, on the other hand, felt a wave of panic. Spending more time alone with
