Eiravyne lay in her bed, sleep finally beginning to claim her after the nerve-wracking dinner and the weight of her confusion.
The silence of the mansion was thick, only the faintest sounds of the night seeping through her window.
She drifted into a restless slumber, but it wasn't long before something pulled her back to consciousness.
She felt a presence close to her, and her eyes fluttered open, her heart skipping a beat in panic.
Ilkar was sitting next to her, his fingers touching her still-injured lip. Eiravyne's lips trembled as she stuttered, "Th-the Duke!"
His glowing eyes were unmistakably filled with intensity, their golden hue piercing through the dim light.
"Sleeping peacefully, huh! " he remarked, his voice a low murmur. His thumb brushed over her lip, sending a shiver down her spine.
Eiravyne's heart raced, her mind struggling to process the situation. "W-what are you doing?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
