Eryna gazes up at him, tongue-tied and stiff to the bone, as Vidalgo's lips draw closer to hers, and just as she felt the intense warmth of his breath on her lips, she was immediately distracted by the sound of a loud clack of metal falling to the ground.
And Eryna used that leverage to push him away.
Making Vidalgo turn to gaze harshly at the person disturbing them, but he saw the young witch who was Ulmar's ward and disciple, Helga. "Oh my god, King Vidalgo! I’m so-so sorry," she stuttered out, surprised.
Right behind her was Ulmar, who looked stern as ever. It’s been weeks since Eryna last saw her, but she looked as cold as ever in her black attire. Her eyes brightened up with a curling smile at Vidalgo.
"It may seem that my disciple has interrupted something," she called to Vidalgo
