Six months later, Lyra and Rowan were inseparable, their bond resembling that of a married couple. Rowan practically lived in the city lord's abode with Lyra, where they seemed to be thoroughly enjoying themselves. Lyra's passionate cries echoed loudly inside the walls, day or night, marking their intimate moments.
Their relationship sparked curiosity and gossip among those around them, as Lyra and Roman appeared completely absorbed in each other's company. They shared laughter, deep conversations, and an undeniable physical connection that seemed to envelop them.
Meanwhile, Lady Isabella observed from afar, a mix of envy and longing tugging at her heart. She couldn't help but reminisce about her own intense encounter with Rowan, a memory that continued to linger with its power.
"I will have my time. It will come soon enough." Silently vowing to herself, Lady Isabella nurtured a growing determination. She imagined what it would be like to experience Rowan's touch again, knowing deep down that she craved that connection once more.
As time passed, the dynamics within the lord's residence continued to evolve. The bond between Lyra and Rowan deepened, while Lady Isabella's longing only intensified. Each day brought them closer to a tipping point where suppressed desires would demand acknowledgment and fulfillment.
"Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end," Lyra murmured softly, her voice tinged with sadness as she looked at Rowan.
"Why don't you come with me instead?" she asked, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
Rowan hesitated, his gaze lingering on Lyra's face, filled with conflicted emotions. "And what would I do there? I'd be with you every day and fuck you all the time, but I fear I'd be a distraction to your training. Besides, who will tend to my fields if I abandon them? Go, pursue your dreams. I'll be here, waiting for you when you return," he promised, his voice gentle as he brushed a kiss against Lyra's cheek.
"Okay," Lyra nodded, a relieved smile spreading across her face. With resolve in her heart, she gathered her belongings, preparing for the journey ahead. She was not alone; several experts, recommended by her city lord father, had volunteered to accompany her. The trip was expected to take around three weeks, traversing through unfamiliar lands and dangers.
Despite the assurances of her protectors, Lyra felt secure in her own defenses. Her person was adorned with myriad treasures of protection, relics given by her master in the sect. And as a token of his love and concern, Rowan had gifted her a special ring, imbued with protective enchantments that would shield her from harm within the Nine Heavens Sect and beyond.
As Lyra set forth on her journey, her heart was light with anticipation, yet heavy with the ache of leaving Rowan behind. She knew he would be there, steadfast and unwavering, when she returned, his fields tended and waiting patiently for his return. With every step forward, she held onto the promise of reunion, believing in the strength of their bond that transcended distance and time.
The timing seemed perfect for Isabella to strike, but alas, someone had beaten her to it.
"Young master Rowan?" A melodious voice interrupted the tranquility mere minutes after Lyra's departure.
Rowan turned to find a woman approaching, her presence commanding attention. She was adorned in the flowing attire typical of the xianxia realm, her robes shimmering with intricate patterns that seemed to dance in the soft light of the setting sun. Emblazoned on her chest was the insignia of a blazing red flame, marking her as someone of significance in this mystical world.
"Yes?" Rowan replied, his curiosity piqued by her sudden appearance.
The woman paused for a moment, assessing him with eyes that sparkled like polished jade. "Could you please come with me?" she continued, her voice holding a hint of urgency beneath its composed surface. "I have some important questions to ask you in private."
"And what business does the Eternal Flame Sect have in my Azure Dragon City?" Lady Isabella's voice cut through the air, her tone a mixture of curiosity and underlying tension. She appeared from the shadows, her presence commanding attention as she approached with measured steps. Isabella's attire, a blend of azure silk adorned with intricate dragon motifs, bespoke her status as a prominent figure in the city's martial and political circles.
Rowan, caught off guard by Isabella's sudden appearance, turned to face her. His expression remained composed, though he sensed the subtle shift in atmosphere brought about by her interruption.
"Greetings, Lady Isabella," the woman spoke with a respectful nod, her demeanor composed yet resolute. "I am Serenity Hill, a disciple of the Eternal Flame sect, summoned here at the behest of David Thorn. As you know, I continue my investigation into the tragic murder of Luna Thorn and her companions."
Observing Lady Isabella's guarded stance near Rowan, Serenity couldn't help but wonder about the depth of her protectiveness. Her gaze flickered briefly to the suspect, a handsome man with an aura of mystery that intrigued and unsettled her simultaneously. It was more than his striking appearance; there was an underlying charisma that seemed to draw her in despite her instincts urging caution. It was easy to know why lady Isabella was protective of Rowan. Even she who has already graced this earth for more than 450 years also wanted to ride this man to death.
Serenity adjusted her stance, subtly preparing herself mentally for the delicate task ahead. The investigation had already unearthed layers of intrigue and hidden motives, yet nothing concrete had surfaced despite months spent in the city unraveling its mysteries.
"I vouch for this man's innocence. You can go back and tell David Thorn to find someone else to bother. Rowan couldn't possibly be involved in these murders you speak of," Lady Isabella insisted, her voice carrying the weight of conviction.
"I'm afraid I can't do that, Lady Isabella. The Heavens Justice Alliance fulfills its duty diligently," Serenity replied firmly, her eyes unwavering as she stepped forward to stake her claim. Tension crackled in the air, amplified by the seriousness of the accusation. Serenity knew she had the full backing of her sect and the Alliance, renowned for their unyielding pursuit of justice in these lands.
"It's just idle talk, Lady Isabella. With Lyra gone, I find myself with ample time to appreciate the company of this lovely lady," Rowan interjected with a disarming smile, his gaze softening as it fell upon Serenity Hill, acknowledging her grace amidst the turmoil.
"Lead the way, Lady Serenity. I'm all yours for the rest of the day," he added warmly, his tone betraying a hint of admiration and respect for Serenity's unwavering dedication to her cause.