KORVUS'S POV
I stood before the mirror as the maids adjusted my attire. My silver hair cascaded over my eyes, partially obscuring the cold glint within them. The aura exuding from me was enough to make the maids tremble, their hands shaking as they fastened the final clasps.
The dress I wore was a mirror of the one I had chosen for Kelilah—an unspoken declaration to the world. A symbol of my claim.
Once they finished, the maids bowed deeply before scurrying out of the chamber, leaving me in solitude. But not for long.
Kyle entered, his signature smirk firmly in place, clad in his usual black silk. A clear sign he wasn’t planning to attend the party.
"Now I see why you chose that dress for Queen Kelilah," he mused, crossing his arms. "You were planning to match with her, weren’t you?"
