LIAM
Lines of displeasure cross my face as I eye the romantic setup before me warily. The warm, romantic lighting of the candles and the sweet smell of roses are enough to make my soul leave my body. I have this strong urge to turn on my heels and walk out through the door I stepped in barely a moment ago.
"Come, come take a seat, Your Highness." Kian beckons, gesturing toward the white chair placed before him across the table.
I look at the door helplessly before slowly locking the door after me. And half-reluctantly approach the table—half, because a small part of me, a very small one, wants to sit there at that damn table with him and dine with him. Though it doesn't know I will slit his throat open before the scene unfolds.
"What is this?" I refer to the setup, one eyebrow raised and a sour look on my face.
Kian smiles, amusement in his eyes thickening, "This is supposed to be our dining setup, Your Highness."
