"Because your divine hands will make these seeds grow beautifully," he said, his voice low and sincere.
Salviana paused, meeting his eyes. For a moment, the world around them seemed to still.
She smiled, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush, and got to her feet. "Fine," she said, her voice soft. "Let's see if your theory is true."
She took a step toward him, but the oversized trousers she wore—his trousers—slipped under her toes. Before she realized it, she tripped, her arms flailing as she fell forward.
"Salviana!" Alaric called, but just as her body was about to hit the ground, something strange happened. She felt herself lifted, weightless, as if an invisible force had caught her mid-fall.
Wide-eyed, she glanced down at herself, then at Alaric. He stood a few feet away, his hand casually extended, a mischievous glint in his dark eyes.
"What are you?" she whispered, her voice trembling with shock and awe.
