The soft glow of enchanted lamps illuminated the hallway as Pyris made his way toward Selara Moonveil's office. His heart pounded with anticipation—not out of fear, but from the calculated decision he had made.
Today, he wasn't just going to admire her beauty from afar. He was going to express his interest.
He approached the large oak door of the Moonveil office, knocking gently before entering. The door creaked open, revealing a room filled with ancient tomes and softly glowing magical artifacts.
Behind a desk of dark oak sat Selara Moonveil, her moonlit white hair cascading over her shoulders, shimmering in the room's light.
She was in the midst of reading an ancient text, her delicate fingers tracing its worn pages.
"Ah, Pyris," she greeted, her eyes lifting from the book to meet his gaze. "What brings you here?"
