Electra's POV
I hated bowing my head, and it wasn't because I was arrogant—though I very much was.
It was because I knew that every time I lowered my head, I was giving away power, and being born and raised in a place like this, I'd always been taught that power was everything.
Still, I did it.
Because I needed something, and my father, King Vale, wasn't a man who gave anything freely.
As expected, the moment I lifted my head, I found him watching me suspiciously, his sharp gaze analyzing my every move.
"I wasn't expecting to see you," he said, leaning back in his chair. "I didn't call for you."
"And yet, here I am," I responded, forcing my usual careless smirk onto my face.
He studied me for a moment before raising a brow. "This isn't about the marriage proposal, is it?" he asked, and my eye twitched.
Of course, he'd assume I came crawling back, ready to throw myself into some political union just to secure my claim. I almost rolled my eyes.
