<h4>Chapter 612: Charming Intro</h4>


    At first nce, he was striking, tall and lean, with sharp, high cheekbones, a long straight nose, and pale gray blue eyes framed by dark brows, the kind that made his expressions seem naturally intense. It was softened only by the kind of smile that screamed I’ve gotten away with this before.


    Very handsome, no doubt. The kind of man who probably made girls giggle without even trying. But to Nnenna, used to Arthur’s carved from stoneposure and Carl’s effortless confidence, this stranger’s charm felt... cheap. shy. Like a sparklerpared to steady firelight.


    She wheeled closer, the soft hum of her chair and faint roll of wheels against tile catching the attention of the men.


    "Nnenna," Carl said first, hesitating as if he hadn’t expected her so soon.


    "Good morning, people." She gave them all a small wave before nodding toward the unfamiliar man, whose eyes had been scanning her with an amused, mischievous glint ever since she entered. "And who’s this?"


    "He’s—" Arthur began, but the stranger cut him off smoothly.


    "I’m Darius," he said, springing to his feet with the reflexes of someone who never missed a chance to perform. In two strides, he was at her side.


    Before Nnenna could even register what was happening, he caught her right hand and bowed slightly, brushing a soft kiss across the back of it.


    "Pleased to meet you, Nnenna."


    What the freak? Nnenna blinked, frozen for a few seconds in sheer disbelief not noticing the annoyed reactions from the others in the hall.


    Arthur’s chair scraped sharply against the floor, dragging her attention back. His voice was low, dangerous.


    "Try that again, and you can leave this castle without those lips."


    Carl, arms folded, rolled his eyes like he had been expecting this exact nonsense.


    "And it’s Her Highness to you," he muttered pointedly, clearly unimpressed.


    The housekeeper frowned, idiot he said silently. Nanny wasn’t far from his reaction. Unconsciously, she smacked her forehead and groaned, muttering something about some idiot men in fine suits.


    Nnenna finally yanked her hand back, staring at it like it had just been contaminated. "Wow. Bold much?" she deadpanned, her lips twitching between augh and a grimace.


    Darius only grinned wider, undeterred, clearly used to reactions like this.


    Then he paused, clearly sensing the danger in the room. He raised both hands in mock surrender, shing an infuriatingly calm smile.


    "Calm down, gentlemen. I obviously have to make a good impression when meeting my new patient for the first time."


    "Patient?" Nnenna’s eyebrows shot up, her tone sharp with disbelief.


    The air in the room dropped several degrees. She didn’t even need the heat system to tell her, she could feel the freeze. Slowly, she turned her head and spotted the source: two pairs of eyes drilling holes into Darius like they were already nning his funeral.


    But Darius, either brave or stupid, didn’t flinch. He leaned casually on the back of her wheelchair.


    "Yes. Patient. You see, your two big brothers think you’re taking this whole "I can never walk again" thing a little too well. So they brought me in to, you know... pick your brains, make sure you’re not bottling anything up. And maybe help when your sunshine and rainbows routine finally cracks."


    "Shut. Up." Arthur’s voice cut through the air like a de, his re promising actual violence if Darius kept running his mouth.


    "You called in the best—" Darius began seemingly unbothered by the threat, only for the housekeeper to clear his throat loudly, the sound dripping with sarcasm.


    "Fine," Darius rolled his eyes, "the second best."


    The housekeeper smirked smugly, clearly satisfied with that little victory.


    Darius, undeterred, flicked a grudging nce at Carl. "Who asked His Royal Highness to go pick up another specialty in psychiatry anyway?"


    Carl, unfazed, just sipped his tea calmly, as if Darius were an annoying fly buzzing in his ear. "Jealousy doesn’t suit you," he said tly.


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    "Anyway," Darius pressed on, straightening up and gesturing theatrically at Nnenna. "You called me in because I’m capable. You know I am. So maybe you two should stop ring daggers and actually let me do the job." He dragged out thest words with irritating emphasis.


    Nnenna, who had been watching this circus unfold, finally tilted her head at him, her expression hovering somewhere between amusement and irritation. "Wow. So you’re a psychiatrist? Charming intro. Really professional," she said dryly, crossing her arms.


    Nanny, who had been quietly fuming at the back, muttered under her breath, "Lord preserve us... if this is the best they’ve got, she’ll need therapy after the therapy."


    Arthur’s chair creaked as his fists clenched tighter. Carl, still calm but visibly annoyed, let out the faintest sigh, clearly wondering if bringing Darius here was a mistake.


    And Darius? He just grinned like he had won something.


    "Now, Nnenna," Darius said suddenly, sliding behind her wheelchair before she could protest. "Let’s get you settled."


    He casually pushed her toward the dining table, scanning the row of neatly arranged chairs. Not a single space for a wheelchair. For a second, it looked like one of those painfully awkward moments no one wants to admit is happening.


    But Darius didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the chair beside him, pulled it out smoothly, and with an effortless motion slid it aside. Then he wheeled Nnenna right into the empty space, like it had always been meant for her.


    Nanny’s eyes widened, her lips parting slightly. She had braced herself for some disaster, maybe Darius fumbling, or making it painfully obvious that Her Highness couldn’t sit like everyone else.


    Instead, he had solved it in seconds, naturally, without a hint of awkwardness. For the first time since she had heard about himing over, she felt a little of her misgivings melt away. Maybe this fool isn’t just a fool, she thought grudgingly.


    Even Carl and Arthur exchanged a nce, their expressions betraying something rare: approval. Neither said anything, but it was clear they hadn’t expected Darius of all people to handle the moment so gracefully.