Beautiful.
That was the one word Urian felt Thalia encapsulated with every facet of her being.
From her chestnut-colored hair to her brown skin to her athletic build and even her long slender legs… everything was perfect.
Naturally, he never dared to say this out loud, after all, it was treason.
How could he yearn for the wife of the King?... It made it no better that he was best friends with that king and was a close confidant.
But that relationship did not change his feelings for Thalia, hidden as they were.
As they made eye contact, Urian could almost feel her curves as he recalled that sinful night… it was one he wished could happen again and one he chastised himself for every night.
He betrayed his friend and for that, he was unworthy of forgiveness.
"I am here to see my husband." Thalia began, her calm tone sending ripples through Urian's heart.
They had already broken eye contact but even with that, they both felt seen by the other.
