Since the incident in the grand hall where the knight had caught her with Louis, Aurelia Delensar had become even more brazen in her actions. Each morning, her first task was to seek out Louis for their daily escapades. Louis was an intriguing young man, capable of transforming Aurelia’s handkerchief into a vibrant Crimson Bloom with nothing but a flick of his wrist, no magic required. With a snap of his fingers, he could conjure her favorite pastries out of thin air. His flaxen hair was tied loosely at the nape of his neck, and his almond-shaped eyes held a perpetual glint of mischief, his lips always curved in a lazy, carefree smile.
Louis was unlike the reserved and calculating noble boys Aurelia was accustomed to. His words carried no hidden layers of meaning, and he lacked the distan
