Duty and Yearning
As Edmund stepped out of his chambers, his bags packed and ready, he froze when his sight turned into a blur of red before he was able to register the princess Alora teleported without a shift in the air or a sound.
Her presence was ethereal and sudden. His heart skipped as he took in her flawless complexion, confident ruby eyes, and graceful stance.
He heard her mellifluous tone that none in the dukedom was able to hear yet. "Commander Edmund," Alora said, her voice soft yet commanding, "Drop your bags. I need you to follow me."
Dumbfounded, Edmund had questions to ask her but she turned around and began walking. He obeyed, setting his belongings aside and following her into the guest wing.
His eyes inadvertently traced the curve of her back, the loose strands of her hair grazing her neck. He quickly looked away, forcing his thoughts into order.
'She isn't a vixen but a walking enchantress.' Edmund struggled to stop thinking of Alora.