Tucking the rose delicately between Alora's hair strands, Magnus secured it with a tiny, ornate clip. His hand lingered for a moment before he slowly lowered it, his eyes softening as he looked at her.
Alora's gaze was fixed at him, silently admiring his focused expression. Their eyes met, and Magnus found himself captivated by her large, doe-like eyes, filled with unspoken feelings.
"Your Highness," Alora began suddenly, her voice breaking the quiet spell between them. "I heard something troubling from Selvina."
"Hmm? What was it?" he asked gently.
"Qasima has killed three more humans," Alora said, her voice tinged with deep concern. "She won't stop, and innocent lives will continue to be lost. We must do something, don't you think?" she suggested.
