Queen Melissa Seraphon.
“Mureok is coming for my throne. I have known that long ago.” Dimitrio says, handing me a glass of wine and I collect it.
“And still—” I try to say.
“One needs to keep their enemies closer.” Dimitrio says before I can get a word out. My forehead is etched with worry because Dimitrio doesn’t know what I know. He doesn’t know that Mureok plans on using the darkades as a means to take over the throne. He doesn’t know that I have a brother who is staying by his side for that sole purpose.
“What are you thinking?” He asks, leaning in and pressing a delicate kiss on my eyelids—his action makes me close my eyes momentarily under the gentle touch. Then, his lips brushes against my, the wine on his lips stains my face. The height difference between is very noticeable—
