“The king is not receiving visitors. If you will leave a message—”
Victoria smiled and walked forward so that the man was forced to step back or let her run into his belly. “I am Victoria, and I am here to see my mate and my fiancé.”
The guard blinked. He was obviously in a quandary. Here was his soon-to-be queen demanding entry, but he probably had orders not to disturb Lukas. He chose to bow to the devil in front of him.
“Of course, my queen.”
Victoria gave him a small, approving smile.
“Thank you.”
They entered a grand hall. Victoria took a moment to look around curiously. She’d never been inside this area of the castle. The floor was black marble, polished to a mirror finish. The walls were also marble, alternating black and white in panels bordered in gilt curlicues and vines
