Eiravyne turned to face the woman, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and anger. The woman's mocking smile only deepened, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"How charmingly formal," the woman continued, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Isn't that just adorable, Ilkar?"
Ilkar shot the woman a warning look, his expression hardening. "Enough," he said sharply, his voice brooking no argument.
The woman's smile faded slightly, but she shrugged nonchalantly, clearly unbothered by his reprimand.
"Just making an observation," she said, her tone still light and teasing.
Eiravyne felt a surge of frustration. She turned her attention back to Ilkar, determined to maintain her composure despite the woman's taunts. "I still ….need to speak with you," she said firmly.
Ilkar nodded, his gaze softening slightly as he looked at her. "Yes, we will talk," he said, his tone more gentle now.
