And suddenly, he was staring.

The ever-composed, unflappable Alistair Lunaris the prince had his gaze fixed on you. Admiring. Captivated. Lost in you.

A small, soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips as the world around him faded away, leaving only the sound of your laughter echoing in his ears. It made his heart skip, a flutter stirring in his chest. Butterflies swirled in his stomach, and a warm tingle coursed through his body, sending a shiver down his spine.

But all too soon, the spell broke. He blinked, realizing you were watching him with a knowing smirk.

He cleared his throat, attempting to reclaim his composure, though the smile stubbornly lingered on his lips.

“You're making me feel things,” he murmured, leaning in closer, his voice dropping. “What am I supposed to do with you, wife?”