"Oh…" Julian muttered, his smirk widening as he paused. "The King stayed here, huh? Not bad."
He turned around, his eyes sweeping the hall again before landing on Shayla. "It's luxurious, sure, but I don't see anyone… interesting."
Shayla and Vigg exchanged confused glances, her composed facade faltering for a moment. She quickly masked her confusion and stepped forward with a calm smile.
"Your Grace, I don't understand," she said, tilting her head, though the spark in her eyes suggested she knew what he meant.
Julian approached one of the golden chairs and sat on it, one leg crossing over the other. "You know what I mean, Lady Shayla," he said, leaning back, his eyes locking onto hers.
"What can a man never tire of...?"
He paused, drawing out the silence.
"Women," he finally said. "I don't see anyone here." His smirk widened, a playful challenge as he swept his gaze over the massive but empty hall, then settled on Shayla.
