Callan gave the majesty a sleazy grin, showing his pearly white teeth with pointy ends. His dark bangs crowded his golden eyes as he watched the King like prey.

“So? Your majesty, where’s the beauty, eh?” He said, arrogance painting his tone of voice as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. He wanted the King’s heir, and he wanted them now.

He raised a eyebrow, lips tugging down a little as mortal knights stood behind him. He grunted a little as a tiny poke was felt at his side, the knight shrunk back at his narrowed gaze.