ELORA

I tried hard not to squirm under the king's gaze as his cold blue eyes bored as if he could see into the depths of my soul.

His gaze was unwavering from where he sat opposite me, fingers locked in front of him as he studied me. Even seated, he posed an imposing figure.

I shifted in my seat, wrapping my arms tighter around me as if that would protect me from his gaze.

I tried not to notice how his royal blue robe complimented his eyes or how the tight fit of his leather jacket on his arms accentuated his muscles. I tried to forget I had seen...