Selene paced outside the throne room as she waited. She had requested audience with the king and was waiting. She twisted her hands, her usual calm replaced by nervousness as she looked at the tall double doors in front of her.
Her plan to win Damian back had fallen apart badly, and now she had no choice but to escalate things, using it to her own advantage.
The door creaked open, and a guard stepped out. "The King will see you now, Lady Selene."
Selene squared her shoulders, drawing on every ounce of her poise, and swept into the throne room. The expansive chamber was bathed in golden light filtering through the high arched windows.
King Lucian sat on his gilded throne, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly as Selene approached.
She curtsied low, her tone carefully laced with distress as she began. "Your Majesty, thank you for granting me this audience. I come to you with grave concerns."
Lucian's expression hardened. "What concerns, Selene?"
