Thorn took the towel after Elora wiped her sweat, slipping it discreetly into his dimensional ring.
Nalia's eyebrow twitched at his blatant action. She stretched out her hands expectantly, but Thorn ignored her presence, his focus solely on the queen.
''Your Majesty, you're so powerful.'' Thorn's tone brimmed with awe, his eyes fixed on her every movement. [A battle goddess, so beautiful.] Hearing his thoughts she felt slightly embarrassed by his praise and didn't hear his last sentence or the obsessive light in his eyes [I want her, all of her.]
She doesn't know where she learned how to fight. It has always been there, maybe reminiscent of her past life before becoming a Grim Reaper. Her combat skills were the only fragment of her past life; everything else was void.
''Ahem, let's get back to work,'' Elora instructed, walking toward the warp gate. Thorn's eyes flashed when he glimpsed her fading red ears.
