Sovereign Devotion

Vincent, standing before the Queen's throne, remained motionless.

His green eyes, sharp and hauntingly intense, stayed locked onto Anastasia's icy blue gaze.

And then—

He smiled again.

It was subtle. Barely there.But undeniable.

The world had never seen Vincent Blackwood smile twice in one day.No, they had barely seen him smile once in his entire life.

Yet now—he smiled as though they had all been mere spectators to something far beyond their reach.

It was not the smile of a man in love.It was not the smile of a man who had lost.It was not the smile of a man who had sacrificed anything.

No—it was the smile of a man who understood something the rest of the world never would.