Damien’s lips curved into a roguish smirk, his eyes alight with their characteristic arrogance. “I am rather preoccupied, but for you, I shall make time. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Chloe hesitated, waving her hand in the air as if to dismiss her own request. “Oh, if you were in the midst of pressing matters…”
But Damien closed the distance between them, bowing his head to murmur in her ear, “Just tell me what you wish to say, my love.”
A blush crept up her neck as his breath tickled her earlobe. Noticing the servants discreetly turning away, she hastened to explain, “I was hoping we could take a stroll. We haven’t done so in a long while.”
For a moment, Damien searched her face with a penetrating gaze. Then, with a smile that could charm the stars from the sky, he offered his arm. “Then let us not delay, my Queen.”
