As Raavi stood before Abrielle, the weight of his demand hung in the air like a heavy storm cloud. She shivered, not from the cold, but from the realization of what he truly wanted from her. It was a demand that transcended the boundaries of mere desire; it was a call to destiny, a choice that would forever alter the course of her life.
Her mouth parted as she looked up at him, her eyes searching his for any sign of doubt or hesitation. But Abrielle’s gaze remained unwavering, determined. She knows that he’s a man of conviction, a King’s Knight, a Dragon—bound by his duty. But what she did not expect was that he was willing to set it all aside because he wanted her.
If she’s really a bellien, it does not really matter if she remains pure in the Selection. She would still be able to help
