The sound of a lock clicking into place echoed through the dimly lit shop. Aria drew the curtains with a swift motion, plunging the room into an eerie twilight. Mikhailis watched her, his usual grin fading as the atmosphere grew tense.
"Alright, Aria," he said, his voice low.
"What's this all about? I'm guessing you didn't bring me here for a friendly cup of tea."
Aria turned to face him, her eyes glinting in the dim light.
"You're right, Mikhailis. Or should I say... Prince Consort?"
Mikhailis froze, his eyes widening slightly.
Well, shit. This just got interesting.
"Prince Consort, huh?" Mikhailis said, forcing a chuckle.
"That's a new one. What makes you think I'm royalty? Do I look that charming?"
Aria's lips curled into a knowing smile.
