Elara kept her eyes on the plate before her, trying to ignore the suffocating weight of Ravenor's presence. The quiet clink of silverware on porcelain filled the dining hall as the servants moved in and out with practiced grace. Her mind churned, replaying the strange events of the previous night. Her cheeks flushed upon the thoughts of her boldness the previous night.
Why didn't the ground swallow me before that? She bit her lip in embarrassment.
She took a sip of water, hoping to calm her nerves. Across the table, Ravenor ate with a meticulous precision that was both mesmerizing and unnerving. His movements were unhurried, his demeanor unreadable. She didn't dare look up at him directly, but the weight of his gaze made it clear he was aware of her every twitch and breath.
