You have me… and my power.

"I'm flattered, Sir Young Baxter. But perhaps we should focus on the project discussions. It's crucial for the kingdom's development, don't you think?" Emma's voice, though steady, carried a note of unease that reverberated through the secluded surroundings.

Bobby, nodding in agreement, held an air of compliance, yet his mischievous smile persisted—an ominous foreshadowing of the unwelcome turn this encounter was taking.

"Of course, Emma. The project is indeed important. But I couldn't help but appreciate the beauty that graces our presence." His words, draped in charm, formed a disconcerting symphony with the night.

As they continued their stroll, the moonlight cast shifting shadows, creating an eerie tableau in the garden.

Emma, attempting to conceal her discomfort, felt the tension escalate with each step. The once serene surroundings now transformed into a stage for an unsettling rendezvous.