In the dimly lit study of Aric's villa, the air was thick with anticipation. Aric stood by the window, looking out at the sprawling estate, while Alicia prepared the drinks on a nearby table. The room was silent except for the faint clinking of glass and the soft rustle of Alicia's movements.
Aric turned, his eyes reflecting the faint light. "Alicia," he said, his voice breaking the silence with an almost tangible authority, "are the preparations complete?"
Alicia looked up, her eyes meeting his with a mix of loyalty and admiration. "Yes, Young Master. As per your instructions, I have prepared the drinks and mixed your blood in them," she replied, her voice steady but with an undertone of reverence.
Aric stepped closer, his gaze piercing. "Good. You have done well, Alicia. You will be rewarded tonight."
A blush spread across Alicia's cheeks, and she lowered her eyes shyly. "Thank you, Young Master," she murmured, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.
