Swooning At The Princes

Aldric wore a mask, an intricate creation of dark metal and golden filigree, obscuring his face and adding an air of mystery and dread. His attire was equally imposing: a long, dark coat adorned with shimmering blue gems and elaborate designs, giving him a regal yet dangerous appearance. 

And then, as if sensing her gaze, Aldric turned in Islinda's direction. For a moment, the world ceased to exist. It was only the two of them—locked in a silent, electrifying connection that tugged at her very soul. Islinda's breath caught in her throat as she felt that familiar pull, the same draw that had haunted her since last night. It was magnetic, irresistible, and all-consuming.

Aldric's eyes, hidden behind the mask, seemed to darken with the same intensity. Her pulse quickened, her breathing shallow, the unspoken desire swirling between them.