Arielle's New Daily Life (End)

Arielle found herself in a strange place emotionally. It wasn't that she wasn't used to seeing people in love—she'd lived among families, seen marriages, and even watched her sister fall head over heels with some baker's son. But this was different. Ever since she'd taken on her new role as stewardess, she'd begun to notice Lyan's flirting becoming increasingly intense every day. It wasn't just the occasional affectionate kiss; no, it was the long, intimate kisses exchanged in secluded corridors, the kind that made even seasoned servants avert their eyes. It was the way Lyan's hand would linger on a woman's shoulder, his gaze softening as he spoke to her.