Evangeline maintained the pressure for a few more agonizing seconds, her eyes branding her ownership upon him, leaving the red imprints of her fingers on his skin like a vow. Suddenly, the amusement and debauchery drained from Silver's face, replaced by a sharp, unnatural alertness. His entire body stiffened beneath her like a predator sensing an external threat.
"Someone is approaching," he whispered in a low, gravelly strain, his eyes shifting toward the outer corridor. "Their footsteps are heavy and hurried."
Her brows furrowed suspiciously, trying to recapture her political mind. "What?"
"Get off me quickly, my Queen... the nuisance has arrived, and we do not want him witnessing this beautiful side of you," Silver muttered, his eyes darting sharply toward the door.
"The nuisance?" Before she could fully process his words, she caught the distinct clink of a royal sword behind the door, realizing he meant Julian.
