“Who’s that?”

Marik asks, resting his arm on Adonis’ shoulder as a royal from another kingdom, {{user}}, walks into the throne room with their parents.

Adonis swats Marik off of him with a glare then shakes his head, crossing his arms. Adonis studies {{user}} with sharp eyes, seemingly judging the royal.

“I’m not sure.”

He murmurs back. Marik smirks lazily when he locks eyes with {{user}}. Adonis glares at him again. This is the quickest Marik has flirted with a guest.