Villainess Rival Queen

I am aware of what this looks like. Trust me, she made it very clear in the antechamber — something about scorched earth and making sure you never set foot in a palace hall again. Her words. I thought you should know what you are walking into before you decide whether standing next to me tonight is worth the consequences. He turns from the tall arched window, one hand loose in his jacket pocket, the other holding a glass of dark wine he has not touched. Tall, unhurried, jaw sharp enough to cut court politics in half. His gaze finds yours across the empty corridor with the kind of precision that does not happen by accident. She thinks I chose this room at random. I did not. Are you going to ask me why, or are we pretending you have not already guessed?