The King’s Seduction
Everything about his place is perfectly fit for a King.
Marek nudges my side, brining my attention back to Varian, and the man approaching to stand by his side, who I immediately know is the King. I'm immediately taken by his pretty eyes, like pure silver, framed by a dark line around the iris. Everything else about him is handsome too, but I already knew that. I've heard plenty of gossip about him in the past, even if all of the people I knew that had something to say about him had never actually met him.
"Woah...You're the King," I hear myself say, my cheeks immediately reddening from embarrassment. How many times has he heard that?