Vespera knelt before David, her pale hands resting gently against her lap, her head bowed as if in reverence. Her long, white hair cascaded over her shoulders, strands shimmering with the last remnants of her former self.
For a brief moment, David simply observed her, his azure eyes narrowing as he assessed what had changed. The air around them seemed to crackle with an unspoken tension.
Oddly enough, nothing seemed drastically different—her power was now bound to him, her once glacial presence no longer biting against his skin, and yet… something was off. Only now, without the looming threat of battle between them, did her beauty stand out. The elegance in her posture, the delicate curve of her lips, the ethereal glow of her skin—it was mesmerizing.
And unsettling.