Cardan did not have the decency or patience like Aleister so he unabashedly turned around and glanced at the woman who was laughing and giggling with a royal guard.
Luciana had donned a green gown. The kind of green that reminded him of the mysterious depth of forests, of her eyes. The exquisite gown covered more than half of her neck in beautiful lace and the sleeves were made of green crystals that dangled in half arcs around both her shoulders.
Her blonde hair was messily tied in a braid and it gave him the urge to trace those tresses, stroke them, and play with them.
He wanted to kill that guard who was seeing that up so close. The views he would prefer to keep to himself.
He wanted to kiss her hair. He wanted to kiss her face. He wanted to kiss—
Aleister clicked his tongue, ''Pathetic,'' the man mumbled.