The Encounter.
Salviana's voice was calm but edged with authority. "She's comfortable now, and that's what matters."
The maids exchanged nervous glances, bowing hastily. "We will come for her later," one mumbled before they scurried out of the room like chastened children.
Once they were gone, Salviana turned back to Alaric, who had been leaning casually against the wall, silently observing the scene.
"Not jealous of this Rose, are you?" he teased, a sly smirk playing on his lips.
"Of course not," Salviana replied with mock indignation. "She's just a child—and a pretty one, too."
Alaric scoffed, stepping closer. "If she were a feline, you'd own it just to spite me."
Salviana burst out laughing, her soft chuckles filling the room. "That is too much, Alaric."
He grinned and took a seat beside her, his weight sinking into the cushions. "Only you and I—no other way," he murmured as he reached for her hand.