CHAPTER FORTY FIVE

Arc

As Pete knelt before her, Lady Legasus's gaze softened, and she reached out a hand to gently stroke his hair. The soft whisper of her fingers through his locks sent shivers down his spine. Her touch seemed almost maternal, yet hinted at deeper, more complicated emotions. The sweet scent of blooming flowers wafted from her perfume, reaching for them, entrancing them all. "Rise, dear subject," she said, her voice husky and seductive, like velvet caressing their skin. The warm glow of candles flickered, casting a golden light on her face.

Grey, still seated, looked like he'd been punched in the gut. His face was pale, and his eyes seemed to plead with Lady Leggy to notice him again. The air was thick with tension as he seemed to struggle with breathing, his chest constricted.

Lady Leggy's focus remained on Pete, her gaze burning with an intensity that seemed to hold secrets and promises. The soft rustle of her gown as