After the intense battle and the harrowing encounter with the demon wolf, we finally headed back to my castle. The journey was relatively silent, the adrenaline from the fight slowly ebbing away, leaving me feeling both exhausted and contemplative.
Once we arrived at the castle, Riley took the opportunity to talk alone with me. I led her to a quiet sitting room, its cozy ambiance a stark contrast to the chaos we had just escaped. We settled into plush chairs, and I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts.
"So," I began with a teasing glint in my eyes, "you and Seraphine, huh?"
Riley blushed. "Lydia, it's not like that," she stammered, but her voice was unconvincing.
"Oh, really?" I leaned back, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks exactly like that."
Riley groaned, burying her face in her hands. "You're impossible."
