He walked in, fresh from training. Sweat still clinging lightly to his skin, his dark hair damp, and his shirt half-buttoned like he hadn’t bothered finishing the task.
He looked raw, fresh, and powerful. I was sucked into his presence. The room reacted instantly. “Welcome, Your Highness.”
All voices sounding at once like students in an assembly ground. I bowed my head slightly, just enough to fit in. I had no desire to be noticed or singled out, but I guess I was too hopeful.
I could sense his gaze moving across the room, assessing everyone. Then he paused on me, just for a fraction of a second, but it was enough because that same pull strengthened, an innate awareness between us, it seems to recognize him.
“What is she doing?” he asked calmly. One of the senior maids, the one who moc
