"The King," Rafael muttered under his breath.
"Why do I not see you two on your knees?" The man with silky golden hair tied in a bun in an expensive suit stood before them. His beautiful dark eyes rested on both Rafael and Cassian. He carried an enigmatic aura around him. At six feet five inches tall, with a perfectly sculpted physique and a face that could make the world kneel just for a glimpse, no one anywhere could rival his handsomeness. "Or do you two need a reminder?"
Cassian, who normally ruled hearts effortlessly, now seemed only a fraction of the man standing before the King. Yet, as he looked at the King, his jaw tightened with determination.
Rafael knelt immediately, while Cassian stood his ground, meeting the King's fiery gaze head-on.
The desert began to die.
