03/28- Mystery

Aeliana studied Riven as they walked deeper into the dungeon, her mind filled with questions she couldn't ignore. He was so mysterious—one moment a cocky swordsman clashing with Lucian, the next, a composed strategist moving as if he had already predicted the battlefield ten steps ahead. But what unsettled her most was the way he spoke to Lucian… the way he looked at him. There was history there, deep and tangled, and Aeliana wanted to understand.

Before she could fully organize her thoughts, Riven's golden eyes flicked toward her, a knowing smirk playing at his lips. "Is there something bothering you?"

Aeliana blinked, caught off guard. "What?"

He chuckled, tilting his head slightly. "You've been watching me for the past five minutes, and not in the usual battle-ready way. You have questions."

Aeliana hesitated, but there was no point in denying it. "I do," she admitted. "About you… and Lucian."

Riven hummed in amusement. "Ah. That."