"You must follow us."
And boom, every neuron of my mind went crashing down, the centre of my palms became sweaty. I looked around at the hundreds of soldiers and a thousand more civilians watching my every move, even the fluttering of my overcoat-
And even as Lilith was tightly holding onto me, I just could not resist the urge to smack her petite little head.
This girl, I swear to god.
***
The man beside King Philip stepped forward with a commanding presence, but his expression shifted when his eyes landed on Lilith.
Those dark, brooding eyes—were not on me. No, they were fixed on Lilith. And there was something in them I couldn't quite place. Affection, admiration, and maybe even longing. It wasn't the kind of look a mere servant or loyal subject would give his princess. It was something more intimate, more personal.
