"Esteemed female," a voice said warmly, carrying a practiced elegance, "there is a grand ball being held tonight in the central ballroom of the Starrail. Would you grant me the honor of a dance?"
A male knelt gracefully before Rory, extending a single rose toward her. His beauty was striking—almost unreal—with sharp, refined features and an air that suggested both confidence and calculation. A deep green feather was tucked neatly along his brow, lending him an exotic, almost mystical allure that clearly drew the eye.
Before Rory could even finish processing what was happening—
"Get lost."
Jasper's foot lashed out without hesitation.
The kneeling male was sent tumbling backward, skidding across the polished floor in a most undignified sprawl.
A mere Rank 6 Stormfinch, daring to court his Rory? Ridiculous.
