Gwendolyn's heart raced as she watched the lord descend the staircase. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt a twinge of fear and curiosity. She clutched her hands together, her fingers trembling slightly as she tried to steady herself. The sight of him, so powerful and commanding, left her feeling both awed and uneasy.
She was unable to take her eyes off him as doubt and questions raced through her mind. She had a peculiar, almost magnetic draw toward the enigmatic person in front of her as the room appeared to press in around her.
Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of the lord. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with an air of confidence that seemed to fill the room. His face was striking, with sharp features and deep, piercing eyes that seemed to look right through them. His dark hair fell neatly around his face, and there was a certain elegance in the way he moved.
