Seemingly sensing her inner conflict, Arlan spoke, his tone gentle yet firm, "You are my wife, and you have the right to know the other side of me, my past, and who I was."
"I would like to see it," she replied, meeting his gaze with unwavering determination.
"Just don't be scared," he cautioned as he stepped back, creating a distance between them.
With a deep breath, Arlan closed his eyes, standing still in his place. Gradually, the left half of his face till the exposed part of his neck, began to transform, adorned with a pattern of gold scale-like designs. Under the bright sunlight streaming in from the window, the patterns shimmered and glinted, casting a radiant glow across his skin.
When Arlan reopened his eyes, Oriana beheld a sight she had never seen before. His right eye remained its familiar blue hue, but the left one had transformed into a mesmerizing mix of red and gold, swirling with flashes of light.
