He straightened up, his expression turning more focused, more purposeful. The playboy was receding, and the conqueror was returning.
"We have work to do and adventures to undertake," he said, his gaze sweeping over them, promising a future of blood, glory, and unbridled passion. "The kingdoms won't conquer themselves, and the world won't bend to my will if we spend all our time sulking over a bit of jealousy."
"Prepare yourselves. The real journey is only just beginning, and I'll need my most loyal queens at my side for every brutal, beautiful mile of it."
The jealousy that had flared in the room didn't linger as a wound but rather transformed into a frantic, kinetic energy. The mention of Elizabeth and the prospect of an heir had acted like a spark in a powder keg, igniting a desperate, competitive hunger within both women.
They would rather not be sidelined; they wanted to be the ones to bear his legacy, to be the center of his world.
