Aragon lay upon his opulent bed, his thoughts consumed by the profound encounter with Leanna, the enigmatic queen mother. The room around him seemed to recede into insignificance as he immersed himself in the memory of their conversation, the echoes of her words reverberating in his mind.
Never had he anticipated the captivating blend of intimidation and allure that emanated from Leanna. Her commanding presence had enveloped him in a spellbinding embrace, leaving an indelible imprint on his consciousness. The piercing intensity of her gaze, and the subtle nuances of her expressions lingered in his thoughts like ethereal wisps.
With a deep sigh, he closed his eyes, momentarily attempting to push aside the weight of his contemplations.
The passing days blurred into a hazy montage as the palace continued its relentless rhythm of daily activities.
