At the top of the grand staircase, Roman suddenly halted. The golden glow of the chandeliers above cast sharp shadows against the edges of his chiselled face as he slowly turned around to meet Tessy's gaze.
She had stopped walking too, a frown folding into her forehead, her eyes narrowing slightly at him like she was trying to decipher something that just didn't make sense. Her feet barely made a sound against the clean marbles, but her stare was loud, piercing even.
He raised a brow. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Your Majesty?" Tessy replied, the confusion in her voice as clear as daylight.
Roman didn't say anything at first. His eyes remained fixed on hers, unreadable. She took a hesitant step closer, then added, "I just heard her call you Your Majesty. You're a king?"
Roman let out a low breath, his eyes softening just a little. "Yes, I am a king," he confirmed, his voice calm, steady, almost too casual for the weight of his words.
