~Darius's POV~
There are seven ruling families.
And right now, all seven of us are in my office. An extremely rare occurrence that usually only happens once a year for the Rulers Gala.
There's me, Darius Rassais.
There's Valentin Morozov.
Lorenzo Salvatore.
Khalid Al-Zahrani.
Malakai Rong.
Silvan Julian Saint-Pierre.
And Zion King.
Seven men who could each tear a country apart if they felt like it, now sitting in my office drinking my whiskey and gossiping like bored kings.
"Are you seriously getting married again?" Valentin asks Enzo, leaning back in his chair with that infuriating smirk. "I mean, I don't want to involve myself too much, but really? You loved Evelyn."
Enzo shoots him a dark glare and looks away.
"Oh trust me, I've been telling him that," Malakai adds with a scoff, pouring himself wine. "But Enzo is stubborn. It's always work, work, work with him. Worse than Darius, who actually managed to get married."
