Trigger warning** SA attempt
"Richard!" I bellowed. Almost immediately, he rushed in, looking disheveled and out of breath.
"Yes, Your Majesty?" he stammered, his voice trembling slightly.
"Send for Simon and tell him not to waste a single second."
Richard bowed and dashed out without hesitation. I slumped back into my seat, exhaustion clawing at me as the scene from earlier replayed in my mind. Iris's face when she saw Atlas… "She's never looked at me like that," I muttered before I could stop myself.
The words hung in the air, sharp and accusing. My muscles tensed as I realized the weight of them. When had I started caring about how she looked at me? I'd always dreaded the idea of marrying her, delaying the wedding at every opportunity. But ever since she walked into my office, boldly demanding the end of our engagement, something had shifted. Or perhaps it had always been there, lurking beneath the surface, and I had refused to acknowledge it.
