Waging War

45

The doors parted open once the announcement of the King’s arrival resounded in the spacious hall. All the noble guests turned their fronts to the foyer from where he would be making an appearance. Everyone was eager to know what it was that made the king host a balling event in the midst of an uprising fatal war. The moment was like a pond of freshwater ready to be drunk before the whirlwind of sandstorms would pollute it. It must be something important that could not be waited for despite danger looming on their heads.

Zebian entered the hall with all his grandeur and majestic stance. His long furry robe billowed out as usual, his chocolate brown hair was immaculately combed back and the royal uniform he donned was buffing his broad torso and loaded biceps. He looked deliciously hot and irresistible like always.

Many peeresses whose families wrote proposals to the king were present at the ball, their hearts secretly anticipating he would notice them, but none of them had the idea