Liam held me to a halt as Alexander stepped on the ground floor. They were certain traditions I wasn't aware of, so I refrained from objecting, though every fibre in my body urged me to succumb to Lymah's wishes of running to my mate and throwing myself at him, especially when he was looking nothing less to a dark god.
His appearance this night was strikingly peculiar with a bespoke black suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and a silver moon pendant gleaming against his chest, perfectly matching the beautiful night moon that shone behind him.
"The king looks magnificent," murmured a nearby guest, her voice hushed with reverence.
"He always does," replied another wistfully. "But who will he choose this time? I hope the moon goddess favors me tonight..."
