Vidar's expression softened, his eyes momentarily reflecting a glimmer of understanding. He took a step closer, and the proximity sent a shiver down my spine.
The subtle play of candlelight highlighted the contours of his face, casting an enigmatic allure over him.
"Lyara, there are things I need to tell you," he said, his voice a measured cadence, as if choosing his words carefully.
The ambiance of the corridor, with its dim illumination and the distant sounds of the night, felt like a cocoon, isolating us from the rest of the world.
Without breaking eye contact, Vidar gently guided me into the throne room, the heavy door creaking shut behind us. The vast chamber, usually filled with the echoes of royal decrees, now held a different kind of resonance — the unspoken tension between u
