Sovereign Devotion

Anastasia smiled.

It was slow, deliberate, and utterly unfathomable.

The world, which had been caught in the haze of Vincent's whispered words, shattered under the weight of that smile.

It wasn't a smile of mere amusement.It wasn't a smile of gratitude.It wasn't even a smile of triumph.

No—it was something else entirely.

It was the kind of smile that only one other person on this planet could possibly understand.

Vincent Blackwood.

The billions watching had seen Anastasia smile before.They had seen her charm leaders of nations, command entire rooms, and sway the opinions of the most stubborn men and women alive.

But this smile—this was different.

It was the undeniable proof of something greater.

Something that none of them, no matter their status, intelligence, or wealth, could grasp.

And that terrified them.