ISKERA
It is always a welcome affair to watch my father squirm, to watch my family all shiver under the shadow of a higher power.
Although, Rian is more invested in looking at me, appraising me with a desperate hunger, trying to catch my attention…
Can someone please give him the memo for the hundredth time?
Whatever ship he is imagining for both of us has long since sailed. As a matter of fact, the ship never even existed.
"And Beta Rian… or rather, soon to be, unless you want to kill your father before his time…"
Rian dares to scowl at the Prince's interruption.
"You better keep your eyes off my bride," Vane warns, his voice dropping to a predatory silk, "or else you will be losing those eyes forever."
Rian's scowl dares to deepen, his bravado fueled by the scene in the canopy. "You just announced to the world that you would discard Iskera if a better-positioned vampiress is offered to you…"
"And how is that your business again?"
