Chapter 157: Play boy?
Leon stood tall before the ornate mirror, the soft golden morning light spilling through the wide windows of his chamber.
The fine silks he was to wear today were draped carefully over a polished mahogany stand nearby, colours rich and deep—crimson and gold, colours that demanded attention and respect.
They were clothes truly worthy of a king.
The outfit itself was a masterwork: a long, fitted coat of deep red silk, embroidered with intricate patterns in shimmering gold thread that caught the light with every subtle movement.
No, Leon did not just wear anything. All of his clothes had threads made of actual gold and silver.
His cuffs were broad, adorned with delicate gold lace, and the high collar framed his neck and jawline regally. Beneath the coat, he wore a pale cream shirt with a stiff collar, its fabric so fine it was almost translucent in places. Riven would be drooling if he saw Leon now.
His golden hair, loose and spilling past his shoulders, gleamed like molten metal in the light. His expression was calm, cool, and vaguely bored, his icy blue eyes flickering over his reflection. He was happy with it. It was something he was used to seeing every day, and yet his own face still amazed him. It was the definition of perfect.
A servant, a young woman, a deer shifter, stood nearby, her hands trembling slightly as she prepared the last pieces of his attire. Her brown, doe eyes were clouded with uncertainty, but she dutifully smoothed out the fine red coat, fastening the intricate golden buttons.
There was something troubled in her demeanour, a hesitation that hadn’t been there before.
Perhaps it was because, once, not long ago, she had shared his bed.
Leon had many such encounters. It was no secret. He made it clear to her, just as he did with the women before her, that nothing would come of it beyond that single, fleeting night. No promises whispered into the darkness, no sweet lies murmured against the skin.