Her voice remained gentle, almost soothing.
"Let me show you how submissive I can be."
She took another small step closer.
"Let me be your queen."Her eyes never left his.
"Watch me worship you."
A dangerous gleam flashed through Adrian's eyes.
Her words were tempting.Far more tempting than they should have been.
He had spent years convincing himself that everyone feared him, hated him, or wanted nothing to do with him.
Yet this woman stood in front of him, surrounded by blood and death, asking to remain at his side.
"Tempting, Elara," Adrian murmured.
His lips curved into the faintest smile.
"Are you sure you know what you're asking for?"
His voice dropped lower."I'm not a gentleman."
He paused.
"And I don't even know if I'll become king."
There was no guarantee he would ever wear the crown.
Or that His father could still change his mind.
His younger brother remained the kingdom's favorite.
Many nobles secretly wished Adrian would disappear forever.
