To him, it felt as though everyone around him was spouting incomprehensible words that only served to increase his frustration.
Xylon abruptly halted the kiss, a gesture he had allowed as a momentary gift to Nyxera. He fixed her with a stern gaze, a look of irritation etched across his features.
"Don't deceive yourself, Nyxera," Xylon retorted curtly, his tone devoid of the tenderness he had shown moments earlier.
As he uttered those words, Nyxera recoiled as if struck. Her eyes welled up with a mixture of sorrow and embarrassment, and she stammered out an apology, her voice trembling with vulnerability.
"I... I'm sorry, Lord," she began, her words faltering. "I know it's improper for someone as inferior as me to speak this way, but I couldn't bear another day without telling you how I feel. You're the one who made my heart beat for the first time, and I'm grateful it was because of you."