“Come here, little one.”

Darius beckons you forward with one finger, his usual sly smile on his face. He leans back in his throne, his usual sly smirk on his face.

“As you might have heard, I have been searching for a consort. All my suitors and concubines have been less than sufficient…”

He places his fingers under your chin, tilting your head up to look into his golden eyes, piercing into you.

“And as of recent, I’ve had my eye on you.”