My Demon King

3

The event quickly came to an end with the two women who were spilling rubbish about me accidentally got wine spilt all over them, by some odd occurrence.

I had nothing to do with that.

I was too busy looking at that intriguing man who stood across the hall and always kept his distance but acknowledged that someone was checking him out. It got embarrassing at some point, even if I couldn't resist, but the fleeting memory of those extravagantly masculine features stuck with me throughout my stay.

Naturally, Newton threw a fit once he found out I was staying in a hotel, his wife did even more so. I tried to let them understand that I would never want to be an inconvenience and that I'd be leaving the next evening anyway, but they insisted on taking Gordon and me into extra rooms in the palace.

Truly lovely the palace was; with everyone at my beck and call without someone briefing or lecturing me every morning, I was considering staying yet another day, but I had unfortunately promised Victoria that I would go to the club with her the day after I arrived.

I began to quickly regret that decision as it remained.

Unfortunately, my visit came to an abrupt end when the day had ended and I was to head back to Gomore. I bid Newton and his wife goodbye before I left, taking some soaps and accessories they had left for me with excitement.

The flight was a tiring one indeed; the severe jet lag was about to be the utter end of me, but alas, I made it to Gomore, crashing right in my bed as soon as I got to the palace. Gordon wanted to come for the daily briefing immediately after our travels, and I called him an inconsiderate f**k and busybody by accident.

It was very unladylike of me, but I needed to take a nap, a long one at that, in advance, thank you for the adventure I was about to embark on with Victoria the next day.

Later on that day, he came meekly into my room, long after I had awoken from my slumber, “I hope you had a good rest, Your Majesty?” he asked plainly.

I sighed, staring at the poor man endearingly and with great pity, “I'm sorry for calling you an inconsiderate busybody earlier today,” I apologized.

“I am only trying my best to make our lives easier. The entire kingdom misses your parents, I do too, but they know you are only trying your best with how young you are,” he sighed, “And I'm trying to help you in the best way I can as well.”

“I know, Gordon,” I sighed, “I'm sorry. I understand you now,” I smiled.

He smiled, “Can we carry on with the briefing now? The lecturer said he won't be able to come tomorrow, so that's a little more rest for you, at least.”

“Oh thank goodness,” I sighed in relief, “You may carry on.”

He started the briefing, allowing me to take several notes and jottings before it hit me to ask, “By the way, how are the new prime ministers settling in? You haven't given me any updates on them.”

“Quite well if I'm being frank, just a little corrections here and there but they only just started so a little extra grace is being applied,” he informed me, his face seeming gloomy all of a sudden, and I had guessed what question he was about to throw at me, “Was the refresh necessary, Your Majesty? If I may ask.”

“Yes,” I said plainly, “Those things my parents couldn't see with how busy they were with other stuff and how much they trusted them, I saw them, and such behaviour can't continue because they were stripping Gomore of what it has and preventing its greatness when all they should have been doing is helping their leaders,” I explained.

“I understand, Your Majesty,” he nodded, “The people have said the same thing but it's a lot of stress on you to just start over with people as important as prime ministers,” he said worriedly.

“I rather go through that stress than let some people destroy what my family has worked so hard to build,” I said with all my heart, “Maybe you still don't understand that I'll do anything for Gomore.”

“Love to hear that, Your Majesty. I shall continue the briefing,” he smiled, picking up his large notes and continued to read out the boring updates.

With how exhaustingly bored I was, the club didn't sound like such a bad idea; the only problem was, I was now a queen, a young one at that, that's still trying to earn the people's trust. Going to a club where people would see me drinking and s**t would be diabolical.

After the briefing, I got myself ready for my most tinted car where no one could see the inside even if you were very close to the car. Nothing too skimpy, at least nothing as tragic as what I used to wear, but I placed a trench coat over it for the split walk we would be doing to the actual club.

We went first to pick up Vic; watching her leave the apartment with that dangerous short skirt and a top that barely covered anything, something I would have loved to wear if it was about over a year ago, filled me with some sort of envy.

“My Queen!” she exclaimed, teasing, as she entered the car, giving me a tight hug, her scent filling my nose, “How was your trip?” she asked.

“It was alright, nothing special, nothing extra, nothing but severe social anxiety,” I shrugged.

“You? Social anxiety? Since when? Social anxiety has always been anxious of you, girl!” she frowned.

“Unfortunately, that can't be the case when you are representing an entire kingdom by your mere presence, especially as a woman in such times with no king by her side,” I sighed.

“Does it necessarily matter if you have a king or not?” she raised a questioning brow, “These men are just as money-hungry as the women crazy to be queens, don't let anyone pressure you into rushing. When the right one comes, he comes, if he doesn't, he doesn't. You won't be the first lone queen and certainly not the last.”

“It would still be nice to have someone by my side,” I shrugged, “but you're right. I need to keep my eyes peeled if I want to get someone that'll be right for me and my Kingdom,” I sighed.

“I understand you, my love, but it's unfortunately not going to be as easy for the sole queen of Gomore,” she shrugged, and she was right, as I had eventually figured.

She took my hand and led me through the large club. Luckily it was much too dark for anyone to see my face or realize it was me. We headed downstairs with our passes, the guard took a quick look at me with suspicious eyes before admitting us in.

I frowned, wondering what that was about but I quickly ignored it anyway. We made our way down the dark staircase, keeping our eyes peeled in case there was a trap or chip in the step of some sort but luckily, there wasn't.

It was exactly as Vic had described it, only now I finally felt a lot more comfortable to be here with the deep sigh I had released. It was basically empty, the only person present in the dimly lit room was the bartender and his coworker.

We greeted them nervously, ordering our first drinks, and, light-headed me, my body had already started getting accustomed to music blasting through the speakers.

“I love it! It's the same thing as a regular club, but this way, I don't have tens of people giving me odd glares, and I can dance without rubbing bodies with sweaty people and perceiving all sorts of odours,” I said excitedly to Vic.

“I knew you would love it,” she smiled widely, trying to speak over the music.

And that very second, a man walked in, but I knew for a fact he wasn't just anyone.

He walked in alone in a dangerous suit. But to the club? It was weird but it demanded respect and carried a great aura.

Vic nor I were able to take our eyes off this outstanding man as he walked through the club to sit at the other side across from us, not even acknowledging our bare presence in the vicinity which was slightly offensive.

Till I recognized him as the man that my eyes had caught back at Newton's event. My heart began to race and I suddenly couldn't stop staring, noticing he never really took his eyes off me either. Through the corner of his eye, he stared at me.

Once I noticed, I pretended to turn away in embarrassment, observing from the corner of my eye his slight smirk as he sipped his drink.

“Lavi,” Vic called me, “Even if I know we have opposite tastes, you can't tell me you didn't just see that hot hunk walk in.”

“I saw alright,” I nodded, “I saw, and I don't know what else to do other than to easily ignore,” I shrugged.

“What!?” she mouthed in shock, trying her best not to shout even if her eyes were ready to pop from her sockets, “Look at that man! He has all his attention on you and has been since he walked in here. He is gorgeous as well,” she admitted, and I have never heard her admit that any man is ‘gorgeous’ before.

“The most gorgeous I've ever laid my eyes on so much that it is strange,” I admitted, shaking my head. He was very familiar, oddly greatly attractive as well but this attraction was something ordinary. It was as if something was pulling me to him, something about him was just too tempting and inviting to think was true.

“Girl he's coming this way,” she informed me excitedly because she was sitting in a way where she could see him coming while my back was facing him.

My heart was nearly beating out of my chest; I tried to control the flushed look on my face and contain my nervousness, and the drinks weren't helping either even if they usually did.

“Good evening, ladies,” he greeted, standing in front of us with a fierce yet welcoming smile.

I was in awe; now that he stood before me and I finally had permission to look him in the eye, I observed his unreal features. His face looked like they were sculpted for thirty days and thirty nights with perfect concentration by a God, those colour eyes I had never seen once in my years of living.

I wouldn't say they were hazel, I wouldn't call it blue or green or red, but it was like an enchanting mixture of it all, making him look even more unique. The way he stood, tall and firm, with his smooth Greek accent, made a shiver run down my spine.

But in all, it still felt…strange.

“Good evening,” we greeted back and I could tell how much Victoria was scanning him, but could you blame her?

“Pardon me for interrupting your night, madames,” he turned suddenly towards Vic, “If you don't mind, I would love it if you granted me the chance to have a quick word with your gorgeous friend,” he requested. You could hear the Greek in his voice yet his English was even more perfect than mine.

Vic immediately saw yet another guy walk in, almost but jig nearly as attractive as this one so she didn't mind. With a shrug, she walked off, swaying her hips to catch the eye of the man as she stood at the other bar.

He smiled, taking Vic’s seat in front of me for himself, “Good evening. I must say, you are stunning indeed,” he smiled.

I couldn't control the way my cheeks flushed at the compliment, I couldn't contain my smile either…

…but I wish I did, oh how I wish I did.