Chapter 34: Elvis Presley - Can’t Help Falling in Love
A guard in all-black opened a door with a bow. "This way, Alpha Kyllian."
He stepped inside and found himself in the Prince’s personal wing. Kyllian hated that it looked so damn cool.
He glanced around as a steward gestured for him to wait.
Kyllian swallowed. "Well... this should be fun."
He walked through the quiet living room, his boots sinking slightly into the soft carpet. The Prince’s Castle’s interior was quite luxurious but silent. Kyllian felt like a stray dog.
He sat down stiffly on one of the elegant couches. Everything here was too plush and perfect.
He didn’t even know what he was doing there. Not really. A part of him thought Damien was trying to manipulate him. Maybe the vampire prince wanted to guilt-trip him into backing off. Maybe this was all a calculated chess move.
But... there was a chance. A slim, dangerous, maddening chance that Damien was telling the truth. And Kyllian had to know. He had to be sure that he wasn’t going crazy.
"Alpha Kyllian?"
His heart kicked against his ribs. He stood immediately, bowing with every ounce of protocol he could remember, though it felt strange doing it with her. "Princess," he said quietly, the word heavy with longing, pain, and a hundred unsaid things. He kept his eyes respectful, his posture restrained. Even though his wolf howled for her, he wouldn’t overstep. Not again.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, wide-eyed. "Did Father send you to bring me back? How did you even get past the checkpoints?"
Kyllian couldn’t help the dramatic little tilt of his head. "Relax," he said. "Your prince invited me."