Nienna P.O.V
The two dark skinned Elves stopped just a step in front of me. Azar had grown very much since I had last seen him when we were children. He was an inch or two taller than August, six foot three or four I had to guess. He was slender as Elves typically were, but he had strong looking shoulders, obviously more muscular than your average Elf. His golden tunic really brought out the gold in his eyes as he gently took my hand and pressed it to his lips.
“Princess Nienna, you must grow more beautiful with each passing second. You have truly blossomed since our last meeting,” he raved and I heard a low growl come from August’s throat. Marcus elbowed him as I shot him a warning glance.
“The last time we met, Prince Azar, I was eight,” I gave him a smile and slipped my
