Rowena's eyes were shimmering with untold emotions as she entered the privacy of her study room along with her husband trailing behind.
The dim light from the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling cast a muted glow, highlighting her long, flowing black hair and the smoothness of her soft, pale skin. It was still morning as the crimson hue filled the entire room.
As the door slowly closed behind her with a soft creak, Asher's tall and broad frame shadowed the entrance, following silently in her wake, his dark yellow eyes remaining fixated on this bewitching gothic beauty before him.
She and Asher didn't even wait to announce his return officially and came here right away.
Her mind was racing with so many questions, and she was having a hard time deciding what to ask first.
But she was also worried about him taking the blame for what happened to Drakon, especially since he also had agreed to the spar.
