Chapter 71: Fun (1)

Astana rolled his shoulders, shaking off the ache in his arms. "I think a fight might make you more yourself."

Damian scoffed, tilting his head. "And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" His secretary's words appeared to have hurt him.

Astana smirked as he dusted himself off. "You have a reputation, Your Majesty. Unyielding. Calculated. Ruthless, when necessary. But my sister... and other innocent ladies see something different."

Damian raised an eyebrow, amusement flashing in his golden eyes. "Oh? And what does dear Irina see?"

Astana exhaled, crossing his arms. He could see how the rumors fueled Damian's arrogance even more. "Hope." The word sat bitter on his tongue. "She thinks you're just misunderstood."