Alaric stood at the window of his room, his silhouette illuminated by the pale glow of the moonlight. The silver orb hung high in the night sky, its light casting long shadows that danced across the walls of his chamber. He leaned against the frame, his arms crossed, his expression pensive.
His thoughts swirled, a storm of emotions threatening to consume him. Evelyn's voice from their earlier conversation lingered in his mind like an echo, and the weight of his confession pressed heavily on his chest. Did I rush things? he asked himself silently. Will she accept my feelings? Or have I put her in an impossible position?
