"Let's go."
I'm dragged along, his fingers wrapped around my forearm tightly as I'm pulled beside the King out of my room. "We're are we going? Clearly the Senate is still here, so why aren't you with them?"
Zion ignores me, checking to make sure my attire is deemed appropriate by him. Marisa came in earlier, handing me a beautiful cream dress, a pencil skirt bottom and a tad form fitting around the bust. Hitting just s tad above the knee and a modest front, for sure I am supposed to look classy and elegant at the same time. Paired with simple nude heels, my hair pulled back in a sleek pony tail, and a simple layer of makeup, I do know that Zion wants me to make an impression wherever we are going.
As we enter the throne room, the front doors open, Zion checking me once more over as I c
