Chapter 84 Darrock's Pov

• Darrock
• Jessamine dances, a crown of bloomed roses bouncing atop her brows. Wicked violet eyes glint with mirth as she takes the arm another, granting him the reward of her dance. Soft, luscious lips curve with joy, bejeweled fingers rising to the air as her lush hips sway left and right, beckoning us forward, capturing and holding our attention.
• We watch her, helpless to her charm. Her wiles. Her cruel yet innocent laughter. She tosses her silvery blonde hair back and a sultry sound leaves her lips as the moonlight descends, illuminating her skin. She is divine. She is something ethereal. The court watch her with fascination. They hate her, but they watch her with the same reverence with which we worship the goddess. Such is the lure of the crown. When she laughs, they laugh. When she dances, their feet move. The joy is sickening, addicting. It used to be so when the king was happy, before he lost his joy to an enchantress himself. Now, with her, it has returned.