"Protocol," one of the guards grunted, refusing to make eye contact.
He didn't have to wait long, though. The silence around the outer perimeter of Blood City broke with the purr of an approaching engine. A sleek, obsidian-tinted car pulled up, definitely royal-issued, judging by the smug aura of power it exuded. The window rolled down slowly and Damien, tilted his sunglasses down just enough to peer at him with a quirked brow.
"Get in," he said, casually.
Kyllian sighed and got in, shutting the door behind him with a solid thunk.
"You hungry?" Damien asked.
Kyllian side-eyed him. "Are you offering food?"
"Yes," Damien replied smoothly.
"Then yes."
They rode in uncomfortable silence. Tension hung in the car.
Eventually, they arrived at a high-end restaurant. Even the air smelled rich. As soon as the prince stepped inside, the staff scattered into action. In a matter of minutes, the already-seated patrons were politely escorted out.
