Seth stood frozen, overwhelmed by the weight of the revelations. He glanced again at the door to the room where the young elf had locked herself, crying. His mind swirled with a storm of questions and disbelief. Engaged? Me?! Fragments of the previous evening crept back into his memory, like shards of glass catching dim light. He remembered the songs, the laughter, the dances around the fires, and... a captivating red-haired figure. But the rest? A thick, impenetrable fog.
He collapsed into a chair, burying his head in his hands.
"Gods, Seth, what have you done..." he muttered to himself, his voice laden with despair. He tried to think, but every attempt to organize his thoughts hit a wall—the piercing gaze of the red-haired elf and her angry voice still ringing in his ears.
