Sath stood in the corner of the grand banquet hall, his posture relaxed but his mind razor-sharp. The black suit he wore was tailored to perfection, blending elegance with authority. From his vantage point, he could observe everything—the dignitaries mingling, the royal family holding court, and the carefully orchestrated dance of politics and power.
He had gone over the security himself, meticulously approving every name on the guest list, mapping out the placement of every royal staff member, and ensuring the safety of the event. He knew exactly where everyone was supposed to be He knew that Leah would be there.
And low behold, there she was.
She stood at the edge of the room, her sleek black gown fitting her perfectly, accentuating the very curves he had once held, once memorized in
