Salviana laughed, reaching up to gently trace her fingers along his jaw. "You're terrible at hiding it, my love."
"Am I?" he asked, his lips twitching as though he might smile.
"Terrible," she repeated firmly, but her eyes were warm.
"Fine," he admitted with a playful sigh. "But only because he's seen you in ways no one else should."
"Like in my gowns?" she teased.
"Exactly," he replied, pulling her close. "But I suppose I'll forgive him… this time."
Salviana laughed again, resting her forehead against his. "You're incorrigible."
"And you're mine," he said softly before stealing another kiss, their laughter fading into the quiet of the evening.
The mention of jealousy brought Salviana's mind back to an earlier moment, a memory that lingered like a faint echo.
It was the day they had taken a walk together, enjoying the crisp air and bustling life of Wyfellon's streets.
