Severo rushes outside the chamber, his heart pounding in his chest, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.
The weight of the queen's letter should be pressing upon him, urging him to focus on matters of state, but instead, his thoughts are consumed by Micah.
He strides through the hallway, each step a hurried retreat from the memories that threaten to overwhelm him.
The image of Micah, her presence so vivid and intoxicating, refuses to be cast aside. Her delicate features, illuminated by the soft glow of candlelight, are etched into his mind with a clarity that borders on obsession.
The memory of what they just did burns brightly within him, igniting a fierce longing that eclipses all else.
Her every sigh, every gasp of pleasure, echoes through his thoughts, a tantalizing chorus that he cannot shake. It's as if he's caught in a trance, unable to break free from the intoxicating spell she has cast upon him.
