The Rule
Raj's gaze turned glacial, his eyes narrowing as he listened to the messenger's words.
His silence was oppressive, heavy with unspoken thoughts. In contrast, Samarth's expression remained inscrutable, a mere whisper of a smirk playing on his lips.
"Ah, the princess is on the run, Raj," Samarth murmured, his voice low and husky, like velvet wrapped around a razor's edge. "And I must confess, I'm rather... intrigued by the prospect of pinning her down my claws."
His eyes glinted with a hint of mischief, his smile growing, ever so slightly, more predatory.