Leon set his glass down, his piercing gaze never leaving Nina. "Miss Harbinger, are you truly interested in marrying me? I thought you had a different interest."
Nina swirled the wine in her glass before taking a slow sip. Lowering it, she arched a brow. "And what makes the Crown Prince believe that?"
Leon smirked. "Everyone knows you were once considered a suitable match for Radulf when he first brought you here." His fingers tapped lightly against the table. "I assumed your affections lay elsewhere."
Nina chuckled, shaking her head. "It is strange that it's coming from you, Your Grace. Your dear sister is Radulf's wife." Her eyes locked onto his, as if trying to decipher his true intentions.
"I'm well aware," Leon replied smoothly. "That's why I find it curious how quickly your focus has shifted. I've heard troubling things—that you schemed against my sister, even attempted to seduce her husband." This time, his approach was more direct.