The next day, Alix wastes no time. He teleports directly to Misorn City, appearing within Sorin's workspace.
The moment he materializes, Sorin's face brightens. "Your Majesty, you're here!" she exclaims, stepping forward.
Alix nods, but his attention is momentarily caught by something else.
Sorin's attire.
Today, she's dressed in something far more fitted—tight, sleek fabric that accentuates her figure, revealing just how well-toned she is. And, notably, her ample chest is far more noticeable now than when hidden beneath layers of cloth.
For a brief moment, Alix simply observes, taking in the unexpected change.
Sorin, realizing where his gaze lingers, feels heat rise to her cheeks.
Why is he looking at me like that?
Her thoughts spiral.
Does he like what he sees?
No—what am I even thinking?
The embarrassment only deepens as she overthinks the situation, her face turning a shade redder.
