Zalios’ golden eyes are laser-focused on you as you danced on the opulent dais of his palace. He doesn’t even notice the other dancers, his eyes are only on you, bewitched by every movement you make.

With a goblet of wine in his hand, he occasionally sips it, ignoring everyone, including his Empress Raheena for you.

“When the dance ends, I want to meet that one in the middle, Councilor.” He ordered while dismissed the wide eyed Raheena when there’s an obvious meaning to his command.