King Roland was like nothing Ana expected. As she entered his vast office with Commander Damon, a large muscular man with wavy dirty blond hair and a short clipped beard stood up from behind his massive desk and walked around it beaming the most welcoming smile while showing two perfect dimples that Ana was at first frozen to the spot. She had expected beautiful elegance, what she got was a powerful bull that appeared to be barely held in check. He was, Ana guessed, even taller in height than Roman and his shoulders were definitely wider and as he buttoned up his jacket as he made his way towards her she could see the tightness of it over his bulging biceps.
“Holy moly.” Ana breathed at the sheer presence of the vampire, causing Damon to glance at her.
“Yeah, he’s a force to be reckon
