Ethan...Kiss me!

Valarie's sigh permeated the room once more, a poignant expression of regret coloring her voice. "I apologize, my dear," she murmured with a somber tone, her words laced with a tinge of sorrow. "I had hoped to avoid such measures, but it seems you have stumbled upon knowledge you were not meant to possess."

Ethan remained rigid, his unwavering gaze fixated on a distant point, his body frozen like a statue. Only his hair, untouched by his stony stillness, floated with a gentle sway, a stark contrast to the tension that filled the room.

In a sudden motion, Valarie gracefully descended to her knees before Ethan, her hand tenderly caressing his cheeks. Her touch was gentle yet commanding, seeking answers buried within the depths of his being. 

Her voice carried an urgency as she posed her question, "Tell me, did you have prior knowledge of the magic that courses through my veins?"