Chapter 32

She'd seen photos of the King, of course, but nothing had prepared her for the man's presence. He was as tall as Alexei, with silver-streaked dark hair and the same sharp jawline his son had inherited. But where Alexei's eyes held warmth and sometimes mischief, the King's were calculating and cool as they swept over her.

"Father," Alexei said, stepping forward. "May I present Keira Warner."

Keira remembered her briefing… wait for him to extend his hand, address him properly, don’t speak unless spoken to. She stood her ground, spine straight, chin lifted slightly. Not defiant but not cowering either. She would not show any weakness. She may be shaking on the inside, but he would not know that.

The King's gaze assessed her for what felt like an eternity before he extended his hand. "Miss Warner. Welcome to Wystovia."

"Your Majesty." She stepped forward, taking his hand briefly. His grip was firm. "Thank you for receiving me." Keira didn't curtsey because no one had to