Who do you think you are?
As Aragon made his entrance, the atmosphere shifted palpably. His confident stride and the imposing shadow of Eliviraa circling overhead commanded immediate attention. The roar of the dragon filled the entire Bay of Arelys, and its massive form circling around the garden was a sight to behold.
The young man's presence was magnetic, drawing all eyes to him as he approached the gathering.
When Aragon's gaze met Leanna's, time seemed to stand still. In that brief moment, years of history, unspoken emotions, and lingering questions passed between them. Leanna's breath caught in her throat, her composure momentarily shaken by the intensity of Aragon's steel-gray eyes. For his part, Aragon's typically stoic expression softened almost imperceptibly, a flicker of something akin to longing crossing his features before he quickly schooled them back into neutrality.