Jealousy
Arihan followed closely behind Alora as protocol dictated, his imposing figure a stark contrast to her delicate grace. The combination of Alora's ethereal beauty and Arihan's commanding presence drew admiration and curiosity.
Onlookers whispered among themselves as the two made their way to the ballroom.
"Like a flame protected by a fortress," one noblewoman murmured.
"They complement each other so well," another added.
The observation was not lost on Arihan, who felt an unfamiliar warmth at the remark before he brushed it off with practiced restraint.
Alora, however, felt her cheeks hot as she walked towards the ballroom. She resisted the urge to take another look at the man who hadn't just occupied her heart rent-free but the very air around her.
'Oh my! I need to focus on my task and also… Ugh… find a suitable man.' Alora grimaced at the thought before trying to distract herself with the decor of the ballroom.