Robust and commanding, Duke Lorcan was exactly as Rex expected.
He stood at the other end of the grand hall, spine straight, one hand resting behind his back—a stance both composed and commanding. Though his aura was unseen, its weight pressed upon the chamber as if he were wearing a bloody crown, compelling all who met his gaze to bow.
Every subtle movement, every breath, spoke of royalty.
Not merely inherited, but earned.
A loose royal green and white robe that still emphasized his robust stature draped across his body.
Intricate patterns bloomed like flowers with the winged-star crest at their orbit.
Beside him was a breathtaking woman.
Princess Davina stood—with effortless poise, hands clasped in front of her stomach, draped in a green gown befitting of royalty that shimmered like cut emeralds beneath the natural light. Translucent white fabric cascaded from her sleeves, catching the wind in slow, graceful ripples, flowing like waves drawn toward some silent shore.
