Roman's POV
I picked up my phone, feeling a sense of urgency coursing through my veins. The weight of responsibility rested on my shoulders as I dialed Elliot's number, the sound of ringing filling the air.
"Hello," came his voice on the other end, laced with curiosity. "Where are you, Roman? What's the matter?"
A deep breath steadied my racing heart as I responded, "Elliot, I need you here at the palace. There's something important we need to discuss."
Without hesitation, Elliot agreed to come, sensing the gravity of the situation. Moments later, he arrived at the palace, his presence bringing a sense of reassurance.
I summoned the maids, instructing them to prepare a lavish and mouthwatering feast. The tantalizing aroma of spices filled the air as the meal was meticulously crafted, each dish a masterpiece in its own right.
Elliot and I sat at the grand dining table, the flickering candlelight casting a warm glow upon us. The air was thick with anticipation, the weight of our shared
