The last time she has seen Nyxus was when she asked for him to relieve her of her pain, to keep her numb all over that she would be distant with Magnus and be obliging with whatever is ordered upon her. Now that he is in front of her again, she remembered she still has a debt to pay and that her life was on the line once again since his mark was never really gotten off.
Still, she cannot help but think of how perfect he is on a throne. He looks like every King—his presence demanding every attention, his authority very apparent, and his silence deeply alarming. But just like what she remembers him for—his pale skin in contrast with his dark clothes and behind him, the looming darkness, he was still the most beautiful man she has ever met.
Everything about him speaks of danger but still,
