The ballroom around them buzzed with activity, but to Pyris and Seraphina, the world had narrowed to just the two of them. The noise of the party became distant, the laughter and chatter of the other nobles fading into the background.
It was as if they were the only ones standing in the grand hall, the air between them charged with an electric tension that neither could deny.
Seraphina had come here with a mission—an intricate plan crafted by her father, Emperor Drakos, to lure Pyris into their fold. But the closer she got to him, the more her confidence began to waver. There was something about Pyris that pulled her in, something that went beyond simple attraction.
He radiated a power that she had never encountered before, a force that both intrigued and terrified her.
And as she stood before him, her breath catching in her throat, she could feel her carefully constructed plan unraveling.
