Aria's POV
"Walk in with your head high," I mumbled repeatedly in my head.
"I… 2... 3," with my hands at my back, I count with a puff before taking a step inside.
"Good day, my King, you called," I bared my neck in submission.
I could feel his aura in the room.
"Sit," He promptly said when rifling through the files on his desk.
My hands seemed shaky but I maintained myself and pulled out the chair and sat with my legs crossed.
He raised his eyebrow at me, staring at my crossed legs and then at me.
But I retained my posture with a lingering smile, he smirked back before relaxing back on his chair with the files on his desk forgotten.
"I know that you will wonder why I called you," He smirked wickedly giving him a look of a demon.
Despite how much I was shrinking within, I maintained a blank expression as I stared back at him but with his aura, I couldn't maintain the same eye contact.
So I quickly looked away, causing his wicked smirk to widen.