The King's Obsession
I couldn't help but scan her from head to toe, completely caught off guard.
Before I could even open my mouth, she closed the distance between us. Her eyes were a striking, piercing gray, framed by long lashes that blinked in slow motion. She was stunning, the kind of flawless, effortless beauty the world puts on a pedestal.
"So, it's you?" she said, her voice dripping with soft, laced sarcasm.
"I don't understand. Who—who are you?" I asked, taking another anxious step back.
"Me?" She offered a sudden, bubbly smile that felt entirely out of place. "You don't really need to know, but I'll tell you anyway. I'm Sophie."