His gamble - Aldric's POV (part 1)

Sitting amidst the shattered remnants of plates strewn across the ground, memories surged through his mind like flickering flames. He recalled the image of her almond-shaped, olive-green eyes ablaze with fury as she hurled his cherished dishes at him.

He used the back of his hand, holding the Varinthian alcohol, to roughly rub his nose, feeling the stinging scent of the drink. He then rested the side of his head on his knees once again,

"She's a feisty one," he murmured.

Despite purposefully soundproofing his room to shield his men from his wrath, the incessant pounding on the door from outside shook Aldric to his very core. With a wave of his hand, a dark and deadly magic slithered into his man's lungs, posing an immediate threat to his life had Aldric not swiftly released him.

That should teach them not to interrupt my reverie about her.