Aeliana's golden eyes flickered toward the group of women, watching the way they whispered among themselves, their gazes trailing after Lucavion with faint intrigue.
Her brow twitched.
'Tch. Of course.'
She supposed it wasn't surprising.
Lucavion was—
Well.
Objectively speaking—if she were to detach herself entirely, strip away all personal opinions, and assess him the way a stranger would—
He was… annoyingly good-looking.
Sharp, defined features, dark eyes that held an ever-present glint of mischief, hair that always looked like he had run a careless hand through it yet still somehow worked. And then, there was the way he carried himself—utterly at ease, exuding a lazy confidence that made him impossible to ignore.
Aeliana hated to admit it, but she understood why people looked.
Or….well, she may be a little biased but so what.
'Still—'
The way those women kept glancing over, whispering amongst themselves—
It irked her.
She didn't even know why it irked her.
