Aethelfrith's POV
I whispered, "What are you?" Tyramon looked at me, as if unsure of what to say next.
As Tryamon met my question with a confident yet enigmatic response, a surge of anticipation coursed through me.
She posed a question of her own, "Do you want to know?" She asked looking into my eyes, I felt shivers run down me.
The choice was clear in my mind—whatever the truth may be, I wanted to discover it.
"Yes," I replied, my voice tinged with a mix of excitement and trepidation. I held her gaze, searching for any hints of deceit or ulterior motives, but all I found was a sense of sincerity and a spark of something extraordinary
"Okay then, I will show you what I am."
Without further explanation, Tryamon called for the waiter and swiftly took care of the bill. Leaving the re
