Chapter 89: Ray La Montagne - Hold Me In Your Arms
Luna arrived at the Royal Empire, deliberately ignoring the formal escort meant to greet her. The guards had long since stopped trying to redirect her; she had the aura of a woman who knew where she was going and dared the world to get in her way.
As expected, she walked straight into Damien’s office.
He turned at the sound of her, a rare softness overtaking his usually grim expression. The wariness faded from his eyes as he crossed the room in three long strides and gently pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"Hey," he said.
"So, how’s it going?" Luna asked.
"Busy as usual," Damien replied with a shrug. "But I did set time apart for you."
Luna blinked. "Awww. That’s sweet." Then her lips curled into a teasing smile. "Are you trying hard to be cute, Prince Damien?"
He raised a brow with exaggerated pride. "Is it working?"
"No..." she said bluntly, though her grin betrayed her.
Damien mock-gasped, pressing a hand to his chest. "Well, I can always try, can’t I?"
"You’re persistent. I’ll give you that." Luna chuckled, eyes dancing. "So, what’s this magic you want to work about hiding the scar on my neck?"
Damien’s smile turned sly. "We are going shopping."