To See The Alpha

Outside the imposing gates leading to the shadowspire, Naya stood hesitantly, clutching a delicate box of cake. She'd taken extra care of her hair today, ensuring every strand was in place, the picture of elegance. Yet, just as she was about to step forward, a sudden realization stopped her.

"Wait, he can't see," she muttered, her fingers freezing mid-adjustment. A flicker of disappointment shadowed her face at the weight of Donovan's blindness, and her shoulders sagged as she thought of what to do.

"How am I supposed to catch his attention if he can't even look at me?" She bit her lip, feeling a rising frustration. "This is proving to be far more difficult than I imagined."

Her gaze scanned the building, uncertainty creeping into her thoughts the more she stood and observed— a rare feeling for her. Naya Carrington, the renowned beauty of the land, never experienced this kind of apprehension.