Tianlong slowly lifted his head, turning to look at her with those familiar yet strange crimson-gold eyes.
Instead of shame or embarrassment at being caught in such a compromising position, a smirk spread across his handsome features—an expression so coldly calculating that it sent chills down her spine.
"Why would I?" he replied with casual arrogance, his voice carrying none of the respect or warmth she remembered from her prince.
Akane's entire body trembled with rage as his dismissive tone hit her more than anything. Her fists clenched at her sides, nails digging into her palms hard enough to draw blood.
"You cannot taint the image of my prince by doing such vulgarity with some woman!" she yelled, her voice cracking with desperate fury.
Tianlong chuckled—a dark, rich sound that seemed to bypass her ears and speak directly to something primal in her bloodstream.
