Third Person's POV.
While Mayari was tucked away with Chelsea, fueled by a righteous fury and meticulously planning her first power move, the two men she was currently scorning were far from the "lovesick puppies" the palace gossip suggested. In the high, shadow-drenched war room of the royal wing, the atmosphere was anything but desperate. Eryx stood by the massive arched window, a glass of dark, viscous wine in his hand, looking out over the kingdom with the calm, predatory gaze of a man who had just set a masterwork trap.
Theon was sprawled in a velvet armchair across from the desk, a faint, dangerous smirk playing on his lips as he tossed a heavy gold coin into the air and caught it with effortless precision. To any outside observer, they looked like men in mourning over their mate’s
