Sara's POV.
“Anything else to say?” his deep, smooth voice said, laced with a hint of amusement.
He towered over me, his piercing eyes glinting with something I couldn’t quite place.
His expression was calm, though I caught a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, as if he was holding back a smirk.
“My apologies, King Darius,” I stammered, stepping back quickly.
My cheeks flushed with heat as I avoided his gaze, feeling utterly foolish. “I wasn’t looking where I was going… And I'd go get ready as you've ordered.”
I wasn't sure why but I found myself drifting into softness as I stood before his presence.
His silence stretched, and I dared to glance up. His eyes lingered on me a moment longer than necessary, sharp and assessing, before he nodded curtly. “Be more careful.”
“Yes
