His Mate

***Next night***

As the king gazes at the girl descending the stairs, he is filled with awe. She is so breathtakingly beautiful that he wishes to shield her from the eyes of other men, especially in the revealing red dress she wears. Her raven black hair is pulled up into a ponytail, with a few strands framing her forehead delicately.

Her purple eyes sparkle strangely as they meet his, and he realizes that she is the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes upon. Her skin is as smooth as a baby's, and her features are sharp, even for an eighteen-year-old. He finds himself unable to tear his eyes away from her exposed leg, feeling his throat dry up at the sight. He regrets choosing such a dress for her, as he knows he will have to fend off countless males who will be captivated by her beauty. His beast stirs within him, growing possessive and protective.

"Way to go, old man," he chuckles, speaking to his inner beast.