MISHLA raised his head as soon as he heard that voice. And there, standing at the foot of the stairs was the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on. Seeing her, he felt his heart beating crazily. If it could speak, it would probably be shouting at him right now. Telling him to rush over there and pull Aurum into his arms. But he stopped himself. Because he knew that she wouldn't like it. So, at the end, he could only stare.
Her long golden hair was flowing freely behind her back. The sky-blue dress she was wearing made her skin looked softer and more delicate. And her pair of beautiful amber eyes were filled with shock. As if she didn't expect him to be here.
That's probably truly the case. After all, her return to Albion was obviously a secret. She wouldn't want anyone to know about it. And yet, here he was. Clearly trespassing.
