"Take it off," Riven ordered with a stern face. Although he did not feel serious at all. He was jumping with glee on the inside, he hoped to get a strip show put on by King Leon.
"I beg your pardon!" Leon scoffed. He could not believe what he was hearing. How dare this wolf?! How dare this mere omega ask something like that of him! The King of the Lion Pride.
"Leon, what are you wearing?" Riven's tone was laced with condescension.
Leon raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance. "My royal attire, as befits my station."
Riven stood, crossing the room with measured steps. "This is not a court assembly. Your ostentatious display is unnecessary. Change into something simpler."
Leon bristled, his jaw tightening. "I am a prince. I will not be dressed like a commoner."
Riven's eyes narrowed, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "I wasn't asking. It is an order." There was a glint in his eyes that Leon did not miss.
His jaw clenched, he was unwilling to give up.
