An Unexpected Admirer

Liria held Enara's gaze, her own steady, unwavering, despite the tense energy swirling between them. "No. But I'm here to try," she had said, and she meant it. This strange, stormy princess seemed caught between anger and a need she could barely acknowledge, and somehow, Liria felt drawn to that unresolved tension.

But before either of them could speak further, the sound of rapid, delicate footsteps on the gravel path interrupted their tenuous moment of peace. Enara tensed, casting a sharp glare toward the approaching figure, while Liria turned curiously, watching a small but self-assured demon girl trot up to them.