Swimming In Lust

POV: ELARA

I stepped out of the heavy mahogany doors, trailing closely behind the two massive Princes down the polished hallway. My boots clicked against the tile, a quiet counterpoint to the heavy, synchronized thud of their expensive shoes. My mind raced, grappling with two burning, distracting questions.

First: what the hell is going on here?

I kept my gaze fixed ahead, but it was impossible