Selene POV
Evening comes too fast.
A knock at my door. I don't answer.
It opens anyway.
Keanu stands there. Formal. Distant. Behind him, three servants carry garment bags and jewelry boxes.
"His Majesty commands your presence at tonight's banquet." His voice is flat. "You will accompany him."
"Tell him I'm ill."
"This is a royal decree. Refusal is not an option."
The servants enter. Lay out a gown on my bed.
It's stunning. Deep emerald silk that shimmers like water. A neckline that plunges daringly. Gold embroidery along the hem.
The kind of dress a queen would wear.
The kind of dress that makes my stomach turn.
"You have one hour to prepare." Keanu turns to leave.
"Wait." My voice stops him. "Why? Why does he want me there?"
"I don't question His Majesty's orders. Neither sh
