Suddenly, as if sensing his presence, she turned her head and locked eyes with him.
Jolthar froze.
For a moment, the room seemed to be still, the music a distant echo compared to the intensity of her gaze. A slow, sly smile curled her lips, and she raised her goblet slightly, as if in toast.
"Jolthar," she called out, her voice low and silky, laced with amusement. "I see you've decided to grace me with your presence."
Caught, Jolthar stepped hesitantly into view, his usual bravado faltering under her piercing gaze. She leaned forward slightly, her posture casual yet predatory.
"Tell me," she began, her voice teasing, "did you come to gawk at the sights, or..." She trailed off, her smile widening as she took another sip of her wine. "...perhaps you've come to join me?"
Jolthar's throat went dry, but he forced a smirk onto his face, masking the turmoil inside. "I was just passing by. Didn't mean to intrude."
