Sophia’s POV
I picked up the tray, hips already swaying as I practiced my walk in the mirror one last time. Sweet smile. Soft eyes. Just enough vulnerability to make a broken man want to lean on me. Perfect.
“It’s time to seal this for good,” I whispered, lips curving into a satisfied little smile.
The hallway felt longer than usual as I made my way to Rion’s chamber, the delicate clink of the teacups the only sound breaking the heavy silence.
My silk slip brushed against my thighs with every step, thin enough that the cool air reminded me exactly how little I was wearing underneath.
Vanilla and honey drifted up from my skin. He wouldn’t be able to resist. Not after how shattered he is. Not after that mute b***h ripped his heart out and left with the King.
I stopped in front of his
