Serena
The room fell silent the moment they entered.
Prince Malcom walked in first, his familiar warmth and charm radiating in every step. His presence had always been steady, comforting even, but tonight it was overshadowed by the man who followed behind him.
King Zade.
The air seemed to shift as he entered, his dark robe flowing around him like liquid shadow. His gaze was sharp and commanding, his tall frame exuding power and authority. His dark hair shiny in the light. He was devastatingly handsome with a face chiseled to perfection. How could anyone be this perfect? It was impossible not to notice him, no matter how much I tried.
I kept my eyes fixed on the floor, hoping to avoid the storm of emotions that his presence stirred within me. But it was no use. I could feel the weight of his gaze, heavy and unrelenting, like an invisible force pulling at me.
When I finally looked up, my breath caught in my throat.
He was staring at me.
