Chapter 8 A Mage & Her Sword

He blinked, taking a step back.

Even her voice left his chest shaking. It wasn't too soft nor too husky to make her sound like a man, it was the perfect voice and before he met her, he wouldn't have thought that. He found himself attracted to tall, voluptuous ladies with a light, airy voice and someone who constantly smiled.

This woman barely came up to his shoulders and he couldn't tell if she was curvaceous or not due to her clothes but one thing was obvious, he was attracted to her.

"Who are you?" He whispered out.

"Eleanora," she answered and Vincenzo froze.

Eleanora. Eleanora. That name, it was familiar and he knew where he had heard it but he was having a hard time processing it.

"Eleanora. As in... the mage that helped the first King create Lysandra?" He raised a brow and she blinked, almost shocked but Vincenzo didn't have the time to double-check because it was gone as soon as it appeared.