TIARA THORNELLS
The moment I spoke those words, I saw King Luther’s eyes narrowing with a deadly glint. The shift in his expression was instant. Fury blazed in his gaze, and his red irises, glowed even more intensely under the broad light of day that was threatening to explode.
Without a word, he descended from his stallion in one aggressive motion. The heavy thud of his boots against the earth while his eyes never left mine.
And yet... I didn’t look away. I met his stare with calmness.
“I don’t care what distant land you crawled out from, or who your father and mother are…” he snarled. “I am Luther Vladerion! The King of this Kingdom!” he roared, his voice booming like thunder across the courtyard, shaking the very air between us. “And who are you to order me out of my own castle?!”
