Aneela
The king’s demeanor had changed in the span of hours.
He was still the same prick he always was, that aura of self-righteousness still lurking around his edges as it happened with any other royal representative Aneela had ever met in her life, yet this time there was something more. A different edge added to the layers of his personality that made her even more cautious in his presence.
Right now he was reaching for her, waiting patiently to follow him. She did not want to. Being in his presence made her forget who she was, what he did, and why. Being around that man, made of darkness and secrets made her waver and forget she was supposed to hate and fear him.
But was there any choice? Just like always he’d simply force her to follow should she reject his invitation, and the m
