"What do you mean I'm your future bride? I've never even met you before," Riona said, stepping out of her room.
She had caught the tail end of Thorin's conversation with the emperor, and it was enough to stop her in her tracks.
Lucky for her, she missed the first part—because, while she was well aware of Thorin's flair for drama, even she would've had to fight the urge to hurl after hearing him dramatically bask in the spotlight, speaking as though the vampires were swooning over him.
As if the world had been waiting for a personal performance.
"Did I miss the memo?" Riona quipped, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
She knew this man. Well, she'd seen him before—though, they hadn't exactly exchanged pleasantries. The last time their eyes met, it was when she was leaving—or, more accurately, fleeing the royal palace.