A New Adventure?

Rosalie gazed up at the Duke's face, and a subtle change overcame his features. A deep crease etched between his furrowed black eyebrows, and his formidable fists clenched, trembling with a surge of emotions that remained a mystery. Despite his evident distress, Damien stood unwavering, his luminous golden eyes locked onto the enigmatic figure ahead.

Laith, too, remained in a state of immobility, her black left boot tapping nervously against the ground, as though she anticipated someone's arrival. Finally, another tall figure materialized beside her, as if emerging from the shadows themselves. This newcomer was garbed in a simple black attire, concealed beneath a large black hood that shrouded his head. A silver sword hilt discreetly peeked out from beneath his flowing cloak.