Samer, as if had expected this from Drayce, had a playful smirk on his lips. His snow blue eyes not giving away his thoughts, masking them behind that pleasant looking handsome face of his.
However, Drayce was not the one to be deceived by those fake pleasant expressions on Samer's face.
If Arlan and Samer could compete in pretending, both could be a tough competitor of each other.
"Seems like King Drayce prefers to keep his wife from mingling with royalty from other kingdoms," Samer remarked, his smile unwavering.
Drayce locked eyes with Samer, his gaze unwavering. "My wife doesn't appreciate unwelcome scrutiny from strangers. As her husband, it's my duty to ensure nothing distressing befalls her." Though his tone remained composed, there was a subtle edge to his words, a hint of underlying threat.
"As a queen, Her Majesty may need to acclimate to such attention. After all—"
