"Haha, I am just kidding," Althea chuckled, a rosy hue coloring her cheeks. She cringed internally, embarrassed that such a silly question had escaped her lips, even as a joke. "I would never make you choose between Vyan and me."
That was like asking someone to choose between their family and their lover—two bonds equally vital, yet incomparable. It's like being the star player in two different sports, each excelling in its own arena.
Clyde exhaled dramatically, as if he had been holding his breath for ages. "Thank the stars for that! For the sake of my sanity, let's just hope you two are always on the same side."
With a playful grin, Althea gave a mock salute. "We will do our humble best, Archmage Magnus," she declared with over-the-top seriousness.
Clyde burst into a laugh. "Stop picking up my habits and being so cute; you are making it hard for me to think straight."
