Conference Chaos

All eyes were in front now where the Crown Prince stood, pointer in hand and waiting for the rowdiness of the room to die down enough. His dark raven hair was slicked back and the look on his face had turned serious all of a sudden. Luke’s friendly air from before had completely shifted, and Clarisse could tell that what he’d announce was much more serious now.

After the murmurs had hushed to an almost inaudible whisper, Luke straightened his back and squared his shoulders. Clarisse was looking at him with concern, but there was something else that he saw in those beautiful amethyst eyes. His Fated Mate was supporting him earnestly from afar.

‘You can do this, Luke Morgenstein,’ he told himself. ‘What you have done for the kingdom is for the greater good. The higher the risks, the greater the return.’

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, the Crown Prince opened them with a much clearer view on how to proceed.