The Mirror of Desires ritual had left the hall buzzing with quiet whispers. Guests lingered, staring at their own reflections and the fleeting visions of longing they had seen. Elara’s legs still trembled beneath her silver robe, Kaelen’s thick c*m continuing to leak in slow, warm trails down her inner thighs. The creamy mess made her swollen folds slide obscenely with every step, her c**t throbbing with fresh shame.
Lord Rowan approached her immediately, his handsome face etched with genuine concern and something deeper — a soft, unmistakable affection that had blossomed quickly during the celebrations. His hazel eyes were warm, his voice gentle yet firm.
“Lady Elara,” he said quietly, stepping close enough that only she and Lyra could hear, “I saw the way the mirror reflected your hidd
