Elian's POV
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Kyren dragged him back to the palace, taking him to the top floor where his room was.
Once they got into the dimly lit room, Elian let his eyes scan through the place with awe.
The room had a blend of red and black designs, and even the bed was king-sized with plush bed sheets and a large black bedpost.
There was a single crystal chandelier hung on the ceiling, reflecting with dazzling red light that made Elian feel a certain kind of way.
"Uhm, Kyren." He managed to get back his composure, clearing his throat and shaking his head.
His mind almost went way too far for a second there.
[Way too far? Girl, check your little soldier downstairs. You're already in horny town, a few miles east of "rail me, daddy" city.]
Elian's face heated with embarrassment as Kyren slowly turned from his bed to face him, arching a brow.
"Yes?"
Dear gods, those crimson eyes ALWAYS made him weak in the knees.
