Warning: This chapter contains graphic sexual scenes. Reader discretion is advised.
The carriage rolled up to Prince Ignareth's royal palace—a massive, majestic structure that radiated cold elegance. As James and Sebastien stepped out of the carriage, Sebastien's eyes widened slightly, taking in the size of the place.
"It's huge…" he thought.
"Let's go," James said with a confident smile, already walking ahead. Sebastien quietly followed behind.
Inside the grand hallway, Ignareth stood tall, his expression as icy and unreadable as ever. His cold gaze landed on the two of them as they approached.
James smiled politely. "Thanks for the invitation, brother."
Ignareth didn't reply immediately. Instead, he walked straight past James and stopped in front of Sebastien. His sharp eyes scanned him briefly before speaking. "Nice to meet you, Lord Sebastien."
Sebastien blinked but kept calm. He gave a soft smile. "Nice to meet you too, Your Highness."
