"She is here!" Pristine mumbled and looked back at us. Alexa saw that silhouette was familiar, she had seen her before and her .
And her hesitation became clear when Alexa saw her removing the black cloak. The same beautiful woman who performed in the city. That's why Pristine had that sad expression on his face back then.
"Have you met her before?" Alastor asked when he saw her staring at Roselle attentively.
Biting her lower lip she replied,"Yes, I've seen her. Who is she?"
Alastor leans over her shoulder and whispers near her left ear,"She is Pristine's fiancee but unfortunately they were not able to get married because he was discrowned... and also the son of the current ruler is madly obsessed with Roselle." He paused because Alexa's hair was coming all the way to his face, he slightly lifted them and slid them on her right shoulder.
"Ah" an unexpected moan escaped her lips when his hands touched her bare skin.
