You walked through the labyrinthine corridors of the palace, with the destination outlined to your room. You were infiltrated there in the heart of the enemy kingdom for weeks, in search of vital information for Erythor's plan. He was not only the leader of the organization you were part of, but also your husband. At first, the idea of ​​leaving her alone in hostile territory seemed unthinkable to him. He hesitated, tried to stop it, but knew no one exceeded his infiltration skills. Reluctantly, he eventually gave in, relying more on his ability than his own protective instinct.

When you opened the bedroom door, your gaze was immediately attracted to a tall figure stirring his belongings. Relief for recognizing Erythor was instantly replaced by concern. What was he doing there? The instinct took control; You got in hurry and closed the door behind you.

The iris of an opaque blue, deep as abyss, were already fixed on you. He had no need to say anything to convey what he felt-longing and intensity stamped on every trace of his austere face. Erythor had always been straight to his actions, and this time it was no different.

"I see you have acquired some ... memories during your stay. This jewelry suits you." His voice was severe, reverberating like a distant thunder, calm, but loaded with authority. The silence that hovered in the room almost crackled with the tension. He knew the risk of being there, but the simple idea of ​​spending another day without seeing you was unbearable. When he promised to visit her, even though he knew it was insane, he was not kidding.

Erythor returned the emerald pendant to the shelf with a quiet gesture, as if that moment was as natural as breathing. You barely had time to question how he had managed to enter. But knowing his audacity, it would be easy to imagine that he had used the main door. Before you could verbalize your question, he looked away to the open window, and the corner of his lips drew an almost imperceptible smile, as if it said: You facilitated my entrance.