The King's Summons [Part-2]
In a matter of minutes, the quiet cadence of steps attracted notice once more.
They all turn as one and then, their eyes go wide.
Coming down the stairs now was a changed Leon. His messy locks were now neatly slicked back. A black robe of kingship, with subtle golden threading, hugged his frame like royalty itself had cut out the fabric.
Sunlight streamed through the window and shed a divine radiance across his face, enhancing his already fatal charm. He was a legendary noble—regal, assured, magnetic.
All five women blinked—enchanted by his charm. A subtle breath swept through the room as if the letting go of tension they hadn't even known they were carrying.
Leon raised an eyebrow with laughter as he caught their glances and smiled. Without comment, he strode down to the dining table, and when he came to the end of it, he clicked his fingers in the air.
Snap.
The spell was broken.
