Truth I

Nikol sat on the throne, his eyes scanning the room with a sense of nervousness, which he didn't show outside.

For him, the throne was a symbol of his dominance over the many girls right now, and he would do whatever it takes to keep it and to make sure the same incident won't happen again.

With a flick of his hand, he signalled the start of the meeting, his voice ringing out with an authoritative tone showing he is no longer a weakling that would wait for others to take his decisions.

The room was silent, save for the sound of Nikol's commanding voice echoing through the halls.

Right now, he was the king, the one in charge, and everyone knew it. His eyes darted from one girl to the next, taking in their every move with a scrutinizing gaze and he didn't forget about the woman next to him, who was looking at him with an anxious gaze.