~Ioana~
“Listen up.” Prince Radu said, clapping twice.
“We both know how Alessandro is. He treasures that throne more than any other thing—he’s been fighting for it since he was born, and only the goddess knows the bloody things he’s done to keep it.”
Prince Radu's index finger tapped the table in a rhythmic, unsettling sound that echoed through the room.
Tap tap tap.
“I'll help you… we can partner together. It's very simple… I’ll protect you from his wrath and you’ll… help me in return,” Prince Radu said, his voice like a slithering serpent.
His eyes flashed with cunning and cruelty, weaving a verbal cage of deceit. The worst thing? Despite knowing, I was falling for it.
Today I felt it—Alessandro—his eyes on me changed. I wasn't sure if it's a good or bad change. If I was to follo
