Feral desire

utinizing the young warrior. Though he tried to appear nonchalant, th

he king asked, shifting un

Kael replied, his he

ed slightly. "And wher

ose his words carefully. "I am from the kingdom of Val

ed unreadable, but his eyes

e you in my palace?" the king thu

Majesty," Kael replied, his voice laced with flat

ael once more before summoning a guard. "Show him to o

miss them, Princess Farah appeare

lluring, like the subtle perfume of a rare flower. His head instinctively turned, his gaze following the irresistible trail of her aroma until his eyes finally rested on her

kingly beautiful? Farah's thou

voice. Kael, equally captivated, couldn't tear his gaze away from Farah's stri

the spell. "Yes, Farah, what b

her composure regained. "I heard rumors o

ed. "Ah, yes.

ow of him? He could be a spy. He appears out of nowhere, re

I've already questioned him. He's from Valto

e never heard of it! What assurance

e thin. "Enough, Farah!

sing around the hilt of a nearby sword. She presse

she hissed, her voice

s, his expression calm, despit

s voice tinged with sarcasm, his eyes loc

egained it, her voice firm. "What is it that you want from

imply here to offer my services," he re

. "You're a spy, aren't you?"

over, the king intervened, his voice firm

ally complying. The king turned to Kael. "I apologize for my d

ps. "Thank you, Your Majesty." He turned to the guard.

ing farah seething with anger and the ki