Cora POV
In the sitting room, the two of us were standing, staring at each other three paces apart. Demetri was taking me in as much as I was taking him in.
My mind went blank, all the questions I had rehearsed over the week since I found out he was my dad vanished, gone, all I could do was look at him, and see that he was my dad, in so many ways.
I had to agree, he did look better than in the glossy magazines. Demetri could be on the runway, but then that sounded too cheap; he looked higher class than a runway, more refined. I read up on him, and he was blue blood, a cousin, of some other relationship to the royal family. But I know little to nothing about it other than what you read in the papers. It's not like he will ever take the throne, but yeah, he has that aristocratic look abou
