The first light of dawn crept over the horizon, casting long shadows across the coldstones of the Eastern Courtyard in Demonstone Castle.
Rowena and Isola entered together, their faces tinged with a bit of redness, and their skin had a certain glow that made the look even more alluring.
After a moment of heavy silence, Isola finally broke the tension.
"Am I wrong to assume that you wanted to talk about... Asher? Last night...He came to you as well...didn't he?" Isola asked, clearing her throat.
Rowena met Isola's gaze, her expression reserved, yet her eyes could barely contain a hint of embarrassment.
Her crimson eyes darted around before settling on Isola once more, "Since you are asking...then it can't only be me who felt something different about him, right?" she replied in a low voice.
