The Girls' Welcome (1) Affectionate Nights

Lyan entered his room, the familiar surroundings bringing a sense of comfort. The room had a certain warmth to it, filled with memories of his time at the House of Roses. He set his luggage down by the foot of the bed, removing his robe and cloak with a sense of relief. The weight of his travels lifted from his shoulders, and he felt the tension slowly begin to ease.

He moved with practiced efficiency, his hands deftly unbuckling his boots and setting them aside. As he pulled his tunic over his head, he heard a soft knock at the door. Turning, he saw Alina standing there, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. There was a shyness in her demeanor that was unusual for the normally confident woman.

"Alina," Lyan greeted, his voice warm. "Is everything alright?"