Inside Duke Belard's mind…
"Ahh… she's even more stunning than I remember…"
His eyes sharpened, teeth clenched behind a composed smile.
"Golden hair, soft lips, that body… the way she moves. I can't wait to get her. The moment that Pinky Promise breaks… she'll be mine."
While Marquis Reynard…
He sipped his wine slowly, but his tongue pressed against the back of his teeth.
"That skin... that curve at the waist… those legs. And that voice…"
His golden eyes narrowed with a quiet, burning hunger.
"I wonder how she tastes… when she screams my name."
And the others…
Some nobles looked composed—too composed.
But inside?
Dark thoughts brewed.
Some saw her as a prize.
Others as a trophy to possess, a tool to bind kingdoms, or a pet to be kept behind silken curtains.
Eyes gleamed with greed.
Desire.
Dominance.
Ellyna was not just admired.
She was being targeted.
Ellyna stood with calm poise as she approached her seat near Prince Leonhart.
