Chapter
Alina approached steadily, the night wind tugging at her pink hair, which now glimmered faintly under the fractured moonlight. Her sharp eyes fixed on Leon, unwavering, measuring him, studying the calm curve of his jaw, the slight tilt of his head. There was a tension in her posture, a quiet readiness, and yet her expression carried something else—expectation, curiosity, even a trace of playful challenge.
"You happy now?" she asked, voice steady but edged with something that made Leon's pulse skip. "Just tell me… how do you see beyond my appearance? That fool King Gary never glimpsed the real me. Never truly saw me at all."
Leon's smile was faint, almost imperceptible, a shadow of amusement glimmering in his golden eyes. "Just know this… for now, I have my ways," he said softly. "And we need to discuss your last condition carefully. You deserve attention, and your conditions… deserve respect."
