Magnus descended the grand staircase, his broad shoulders and confident gait exuding power and grace. But something about his expression told me he was forcing a smile. His silver eyes met mine, and despite my frail state, I stood up, taking slow, careful steps toward him.
As he saw the way I walked, his lips twitched, and a chuckle escaped. "What's that? A little shuffle dance?" he teased lightly.
I stopped mid-step, narrowing my eyes at him. "Magnus!" I pouted, crossing my arms.
He immediately softened, raising his hands in mock surrender. "I'm sorry, my love. You're as graceful as ever."
My pout deepened, though inside, I was amused. Before I could say anything more, he strode over and effortlessly scooped me into his arms.
"Magnus!" I squealed, my hands clutching his shoulders as he spun me around in a gentle circle.
His deep chuckle vibrated through his chest. "You're so light, Aria. I think I could carry you all day."
