I looked up at Loic and was taken aback.
The intense gaze he had while looking at Lucion sent a chilling wave through me.
The oppressive pressure was so thick it made my shoulders instinctively shrink.
“Loic?”
I called his name softly, surprised by his expression. He met my gaze calmly, as if nothing had happened.
He gently lowered my wrist, entwining his fingers with mine.
“Did you enjoy the performance?” he asked.
“Yes, it was enjoyable.”
I hurriedly tried to introduce Lucion, not wanting Loic to make any mistakes in this tense situation.
“This is… well…”
But how should I introduce Lucion? The head of the Cariso troupe? The prince of Rondoris?
I was fumbling with my words when Loic suddenly growled toward Lucion.
“I’ve heard that Lucion Tarkal has been hiding in my land like a rat.”
A rat?
‘We haven’t even signed the contract with the prince…
Premium Content
Login to access to this content.
Login here
Register here