Without waiting for her response, Dimitri turned away and reached for his clothes, his movements swift. Once he was dressed, he strode toward the exit without hesitation, only to pause at the doorway.
He glanced back.
Sorayah still stood where he had left her, head bowed, lost in thought.
His eyes narrowed. "What are you waiting for?" His voice, as cold as ever, sliced through the silence. "Come with me, or are you giving up already? I hate when people waste my time."
Without another word, he stepped outside, the air of authority around him suffocating. Sorayah hurried after him, barely catching up before he reached his horse.
A striking white stallion stood near the entrance of the mansion, the same one he had ridden to and from the palace.
The moment Dimitri emerged, the guards stationed outside straightened at once.
"Your Highness!" they chorused in unison.
