On the terrace of Emeralds
"Mora," Seraphina's calm voice floated with the music, drawing the couple's attention, "there's no need to worry. After all, who better to appreciate perfection than the one who crafted it?"
Aveline could only hope she hadn't offended the organizer of the event by dancing there. When she looked to see who was speaking, Alaric turned around with her.
Alaric's eyes narrowed at Seraphina for less than a second before turning to Aveline. "I have a meeting downstairs. Find me if you need anything."
Aveline didn't think too much about his suddenly distant voice, there were other people present, after all. She hummed in response when another voice cut through.
"Alaric, long time no see," Seraphina said, her tone carrying a deliberate edge.
Aveline didn't recognize Seraphina. Calling Alaric by his first name? She couldn't help but wonder how they knew each other.
