The soft glow of candlelight flickered against the walls, casting long shadows as Eleanora exhaled, her body weary from the weight of the evening.
"Haah,"
Eleanora exhaled another deep sigh as her hands massaged her shoulder as she entered her chamber to rest, but she barely had time to process the silence of her chamber before—movement.
A swift, commanding force pressed her back against the cold wall, pinning her before she could even react.
Her jewel-blue eyes widened, breath hitching as another pair of hands clasped her wrists, locking them above her head with undeniable strength.
The warmth of the touch, the firm hold—it sent a sharp jolt of awareness through her.
The dim lighting did little to conceal the presence before her, the imposing figure whose breath fanned against her skin, dangerously close.
And then—the voice she knew all too well.
"Elliee,"
