Desina’s mind was consumed with thoughts of the elusive moon crystal, her frustration mounting with each passing day. As she paced the confines of her chamber, her thoughts raced with possible strategies to obtain the coveted artifact.
Lost in her musings, Desina was startled when the door swung open, revealing Kealan standing in the doorway. She suppressed a sigh of annoyance at the interruption, her irritation evident in the furrow of her brow.
“My lord,” she greeted him curtly, her tone lacking its usual warmth as she acknowledged his presence.
Without hesitation, Kealan approached her, pulling her into a hug and planting a kiss on her shoulder. Desina stiffened at the contact, her discomfort palpable as she forced herself to endure his affectionate gestures.
As Kealan leaned in to
