"No..." Islinda was taken aback by the word slipping out of her mouth, her senses overwhelmed in that moment. As her eyes met Aldric's through the mirror, her heart skipped a beat, her body stumbling in surprise.
Aldric narrowed his eyes as if he could see straight through her, and he spoke with authority, "Leave us alone."
In an instant, the Fae hurriedly scurried out of the room, perhaps relieved to be free from their duties and Aldric's presence.
Islinda took a deep breath, attempting to steel herself for whatever was about to transpire. She turned around to face him, her gaze meeting his stoic expression. Blinking once, or perhaps twice, she tried to clear the mortifying thought that she found him attractive.
She gestured between the two of them, her confusion evident. "What is the meaning of this? Why are we dressed in similar outfits?"
