Chapter 11 Why Am I Thinking About Her

• Darius
• The heavy doors to the meeting room creaked open, revealing a scene of opulence and grandeur that would have left most people breathless. Chandeliers hung from the high ceiling like crystalline waterfalls, the warm glow of candles casting flickering shadows on the gilded walls. My mother and father, Queen Isabelle and King Marcus Evermont were already seated at the enormous table that dominated the room, their regal bearing evident in the set of their shoulders and the unyielding expressions on their faces.
• "Ah, Prince Darius, please join us," said the king of Razzia, gesturing to an empty seat beside his daughter. I nodded curtly and took my place, trying to ignore the lascivious grin that spread across the princess's face as she leaned towards me, her ample cleavage all but spilling out of her tight, low-cut dress. She seemed to think that her blatant display of flesh was somehow inviting, but I couldn't help but feel repulsed by her obvious attempt at seduction.