Yves was conflicted.
The warmth of Alterain's embrace still lingered on his skin, stirring a mixture of emotions he wasn't ready to face.
Annoyance flared within him, battling against the fluttering sensation in his heart. He was on the verge of smacking Alterain just as he had threatened when a sharp knock on the door interrupted the charged atmosphere.
Yves jumped back, suddenly aware of how close he had been to the knight commander. He straightened his clothes, trying to regain a semblance of composure before opening the door.
Standing outside was Sir Garrick, Alterain's second-in-command, a man known for his no-nonsense demeanor but with an unexpected knack for light-hearted teasing.
"Good afternoon, sir. I was told that the knight commander of the Black Order was here. I came to see him and…" Garrick greeted, his eyes sweeping over the scene before him.
