"So," the King said, impatience sharpening his tone, "are you willing to marry my daughter?"
Gérard exhaled slowly.
God, how he wanted to rip that man apart where he sat. But he couldn't. Not now. Not when the consequences would fall on someone else on an innocent girl… and when it would only leave the throne open for Henri to seize.
Everything was a mess.
A twisted, suffocating mess.
"No," Gérard answered flatly.
The King's expression darkened instantly, offense flashing across his face.
Before he could respond, a loud disturbance echoed from outside. The massive doors to the hall slammed open
And Dominique walked in.
Rage rolled off him in waves.
His gaze flicked to Gérard for a split second before locking onto the King. Without hesitation, he strode forward, every step heavy with authority.
The air in the room shifted.
Dropped.
Dominique carried himself like he owned the place shoulders squared, chest lifted, his jade eyes fixed coldly on the man seated on the throne.
