Keiran twitched his lips as he crossed one clothed leg over the other. His blonde hair was slicked back, with a few unruly strands rebelliously falling onto his forehead. He folded his arms on his lap, staring at King Viktor with a smirk playing on his face, as if the secrets of the universe were locked behind those playful lips.
"I still don't get why you are here, Keiran. Leave my stu—who the hell even let you in? Farley?!" King Viktor glared at the young man sitting across from him in his spacious, oak-paneled study, the air thick with tension.
"Relax, King Viktor. I'm not here to fight you. I just came to speak a few words." Keiran glanced at his red wristwatch, a gleaming accessory that matched his tailored shirt and trousers. "I'm supposed to be with my fiancée. Her close friend just gave birth, so I'm meant to see the children. But here I am." He sighed, his lips twitching upward again.
