đ.đ: Stranger
đhe silence that settled after the three men left was oddly heavy, pressing in on Elysia like a physical weight.
She had let out a long breath and slumped back onto the plush cushions of the bed, arms flopping to her sides.
The flickering candlelight painted soft shadows across the gilded walls, but her thoughts didn't rest on the grandeur of the palace chamber.
No. Unfortunately, they circled back like a stubborn bee to the one person she didn't want to think about.
Azrin.
Ugh.
She grimaced and rubbed her forehead. Why the heck? Of all the people to be stuck in her head like a catchy tune, why did it have to be that mysteriously annoying court mage?
That smug, unbothered, robe-flaring, zero-personal-space-having redflag didn't deserve to occupy her mind rent free. It was nuts!
And yet⊠her fingers twitched. She couldn't stop her cheeks from warming ever so slightly at the memory of their last interaction.
