Chapter 14: Measured by Power
Lucas narrowed his eyes, suspicious. "You mean tailoring."
Sera’s grin widened, feline and unforgiving. "I mean shopping, my dear. New shoes. New watch. A suit that screams unapproachable royalty."
He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "You want to parade me like a peacock."
"I want you to walk into that ballroom and make every alpha in the Empire realize they’re ten years too late," she replied, already pulling her phone from the pocket of her robe. "And if you’re going to break hearts, you may as well do it in D’Argente silk."
"I already hate this plan."
"No, you don’t," she said sweetly. "You just hate not being in control. Luckily for you, that’s about to change."
Lucas leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling.
Coming of age. New title. Possible suitor.
And a tailor with strong opinions.
He was going to need more than ice cream to survive this.
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There was a knock at the door. Polite. Measured. David’s voice followed before Lucas could respond.