THIRD PERSON
Above, in his study at the estate, Alexander stood in silence. The memory of the dinner, his mother's gentle acknowledgement of Nyx, and the way she had commanded respect, charm, and warmth in equal measure pressed against his mind.
The next morning!!!!
Alexander sat in his office, perfectly still, eyes scanning reports with unyielding focus. Then door opened without warning.
He did not look up immediately. He already knew who it was.
Cassandra Blake stepped in. She moved with deliberate grace, every step enhanced by the tight red tube dress that clung to her figure. It was impossible not to notice that the color was chosen for attention.
Alexander's eyes lifted slowly.His expression remained unreadable.
Cassandra's gaze swept over the office, over him, lingering with a mixture of confidence and challenge. "I trust I'm not interrupting anything… vital?" she asked smoothly.
Alexander leaned back slightly in his chair. "That depends on your definition of vital," he said evenly. "You're here. That is sufficient for disruption."
Her lips curved into a faint, knowing smile. "I see you haven't lost your… precision," she murmured, stepping closer. Her heels clicked softly against the polished floor. "perhaps I can make your day a little more… interesting."
Alexander's gaze remained steady, cool, and assessing. Nothing in his expression betrayed curiosity, desire, or distraction, only the undeniable weight of irritation.
Cassandra stepped closer, deliberately leaning just slightly, the red dress emphasizing every curve. Her perfume lingered in the air, and she tilted her head, letting a slow, deliberate smile play on her lips.
"Alexander…" she murmured in a low voice. "We've known each other for a long time. Surely a little… familiarity isn't forbidden?"
His cold gaze pinned her in place. "It's Your Majesty to you, not Alexander. Growing up together does not grant you the right to speak to me informally."
Cassandra's smile faltered, replaced by surprise. "Your Majesty…" she said softly, caught off guard.
"Leave," Alexander said, his tone leaving no room for argument. Cassandra's expression tightened, Her lips pressed together in frustration, but she had no choice. she turned and left, heels clicking away down the corridor.
Alexander watched the door close, expression cold and unyielding. Cassandra was gone , distraction dismissed.
The door opened again. This time, Nyx entered, completely composed. Her heels clicked softly against the polished floor, with papers in hand.
"Your Majesty," she said, placing the reports neatly on his desk.
Alexander glanced at her briefly. He had dismissed Cassandra, and now all focus returned to what matters which is duty.
Nyx begins to speak without hesitation. "The annual Congress is scheduled in six weeks. I've prepared the preliminary agenda, broken down by the project committees. I recommend prioritizing trade reforms and security protocols first, as both carry the highest political and financial weight."
Alexander's gaze scanned the papers, sharp, calculating. "Go on."
She continued, in a steady voice "The delegation from the Northern Territories has requested additional resources for infrastructure projects. Their approval could influence alliances with neighboring states. I suggest allocating funding selectively to ensure maximum leverage."
Alexander's eyes lifted from the reports to meet hers.He studied her carefully, noting the confidence and clarity of her plan.
"Very well," he said finally. "Prepare the final agenda for my review. Ensure nothing is omitted."
"Yes, Your Majesty," she said as she gathered her papers and left.
Alexander watched the door close behind her.
He returned to his work, fingers resting on the desk for a moment, thinking quietly. She was effective, she knew her role and understood what was expected.
if he wanted someone it certainly would be her. He shook off the thought and focused back on his papers, business as usual,nothing more.
As he worked,an old restlessness stirred beneath his calm. His demon, the part of him few ever glimpsed, shifted under his skin, craving something long denied.
For most pure blooded demons and even hybrids, the need for blood is rare. Some went decades without it, unlike vampires!!, they don't need blood to survive. But when the craving came, it was a test of control.
He could feel the hunger pressing at him, a reminder of the power he carried and the danger it posed. For now, he forced it back, focusing on the Congress, the court, and Nyx. The craving could wait.
But deep down, Alexander knew it would not remain dormant forever. When it awakes fully, restraint would be far more difficult to contain.
Nyx stepped into the quiet of her state office, the door clicking shut behind her. The lingering weight of the meeting with King Alexander pressed at the edges of her mind, but she pushed it aside. The annual Congress was only days away, and the final agenda required her attention.
she set to work, minute's passed in silence, broken only by the soft tap of her fingers on the keyboard. The final agenda was taking shape on the screen. When she finally leaned back, the sun had dipped low, casting long shadows across the office. The document was complete, saved, and awaiting the king's review.