Noelle's eye twitches in frustration, irritation gnawing at him as he stands in his own home. He's been hoping for a quiet moment, to bask in the glow of his recent news, to daydream about the future with Thorne. But of course, that peace is shattered by the arrival of another royal- Rolland. One of the royals Noelle despises most, and for good reason. Rolland had once tried to take advantage of Thorne during a vulnerable moment, drugging him. The memory alone makes Noelle's blood simmer.
He casts a sharp glance at Rolland, who lounges in the parlor like he owns the place, his air dripping with arrogance. Noelle is grateful that Oliver is here with him, standing at his side. The blonde omega rests his hands protectively over his pregnant belly, his presence calm but sharp.
