Emmalise locked eyes with those crimson irises, and a shiver ran down her spine.
She had read about them before—in history books, in legends of the Lord of Calamity.
Dark hair. Red eyes. A presence that made the air feel heavy.
Everything about this man matched the descriptions perfectly.
But she refused to let fear show.
She was the Queen of Cortinvar. She would not scream or shrink back like a frightened girl. That would only tarnish her name.
With a scoff, she crossed her arms and sneered, "Hah! My kingdom doesn't need help, least of all from some nameless fool with no power!"
The man's smirk deepened. "Oh? I like your feisty attitude. Just like a little cat."
His gaze traveled slowly from her head to toe, lingering shamelessly.
She wasnt his type with her petite body, cute face, but full breast, but oh well it didn't matter if he could have strong children with her.
Emmalise's blood boiled.
His bold stare, his amused tone, for her, he was mocking her.
