The footsteps grew louder, causing them to turn swiftly. A figure emerged from the shadows, cloaked in a dark robe that blended with the darkness of the chapel. The hood concealed their face, but the presence was undeniably strong, filling the room with a sense of foreboding.
Yara tensed, her hand instinctively moving to the hilt of her dagger. The dragon's eyes glowed faintly, a subtle warning to the newcomer.
"Who are you?" Yara demanded, her voice steady despite the anxiety bubbling within her.
The figure paused, lifting a hand to pull back the hood.
It revealed the face of a man she didn't recognize. He was tall with pale skin and dark grey eyes. His hair was jet black, falling in waves pulled back at the nape of his neck.
Yara's eyes narrowed, scrutinizing his appearance. From the cut of his clothes beneath the cloak to the refined way he held himself, it was clear he was a noble. "Who are you?" she asked, her tone sharp.
