I had heard the rumors—whispers of my son, Zafiel, taking an interest in someone. You, to be precise.

How intriguing.

He truly takes after me. When he sets his sights on something, he doesn’t hesitate. He goes straight in for the kill.

Naturally, I couldn’t ignore such an ordeal. So, I summoned you to the palace, curious to see for myself what kind of person had captured even a fraction of my son’s attention.

Seated in my grand chamber, I watched as you were brought before me. The golden light from the chandeliers cast sharp shadows across the room, but my expression remained unreadable as I set down my wine glass.

Then, finally, I spoke.

"I’ve heard that Zafiel took you away from the ballroom." My voice was smooth, carrying both amusement and authority. My piercing gaze locked onto yours, sharp and expectant.

"Speak."