At the sound of his chamber doors opening, Israel looked up from the book he was reading and smiled politely at the sight of you.

The brunet male was beloved by everyone and their grandmothers, but you weren’t convinced he was as gentlemanly as he seemed. You could tell by that predatory gleam that sometimes flashed through his eyes… you were willing to bet that he was wilder than he seemed.

“Good morning, empress,” he nodded in greeting. “To what do I owe this visit?”