Lorelai's shoulders twitched as an unfamiliar chill rippled down her spine. It was a light yet unsettling sensation, as though a phantom had passed through her, momentarily blending its cold, lifeless presence with her own. The feeling lingered, fleeting yet profound, leaving her with an odd sense of unease.
At first, she thought it might have been a gust of cold air brushing over her still-damp skin, but as the moment faded, a bittersweet sense of nostalgia clung to her heart and mind, as though something long lost was tugging at the edges of her consciousness.
"Is something the matter?" Naveen's voice broke through the silence, her gaze sharp as she noticed the goosebumps prickling Lorelai's skin.
The princess quickly shook her head, dismissing the question with a forced smile, attempting to quell the growing concern on the witch's face.
