Perfect Game

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The following couple of chapters may not be for someone with weak heart so, if you think you have a weak heart then log off and go read some wholesome romance book.

She met his gaze once more, and his eyes were cold and predatory. He was clearly enjoying her helplessness. There was no trace of warmth or mercy in his expression, only a dark satisfaction as he watched her tremble in fear. 

Her defiance seemed to crumble under the weight of his gaze, and a deep and unsettling fear filled her. She was trapped as a pawn in his game, forced to confront the brutal reality of his power and her vulnerability.

Just then, Julian's voice cut through the tense atmosphere. It carried an unmistakable tone of mockery.

"Your Majesty, Your Graces, let us not be hasty in reaching conclusions," he said with a smirk playing on his lips.