King's POV:
"You came earlier than expected, Your Majesty. What happened? Got bored of your court already?"
Rhaelyn’s voice was flat, not soft. Her words didn’t rise or fall. They just floated there, sharp and dry, like the edge of cracked glass. She didn’t turn her head to look at me. She just sat by the arched window, long legs crossed, gold cuffs still gleaming around her ankles.
I closed the door behind me and stepped into the warmth of her chamber. A fire burned in the hearth, though no one had lit it. Her presence alone did that.
“You always make my arrival sound like an inconvenience,” I said, smiling. “But don’t worry, Rhaelyn. I missed you. My harem's most beautiful firecracker.”
She scoffed. “You missed control. Not me.”
I approached slowly. Her dragon energy still pulsed f
