Nyala
A night had passed, but I couldn't shake the haunting memory of what Alastair had done to me. Strangely, I felt a surge of something I couldn't quite define. His touch had ignited a confusing mix of emotions that lingered, and I wished I could forget it.
As I left the library, I had to pause outside the door, trying to calm my racing heart before heading downstairs to continue my chores for the day. I had hoped that a night's sleep would help me forget, but when I encountered Alastair in the morning, those memories rushed back.
"You don't know how to greet right?" He commenced with a knowing glint in his eyes. His voice held a hint of amusement, and I couldn't help but feel a shiver of unease as the unspoken memory between us hung in the air.
I composed myself and greeted him. "
