Aragon stepped forward, his boots echoing on the stone floor. "I care not for gods or laws, Grandma. My heart knows only you. I have burned for you since I was old enough to understand desire. Tell me you feel it too."
Freja's breath caught, her sapphire eyes searching his. She could see the truth in his gaze, the raw, unbridled passion that mirrored her own. "I do," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But this… this is a sin we cannot undo."
"Then let us sin together," Aragon said, closing the distance between them. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, and Freja leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed. The warmth of his hand was a spark, igniting the embers of her resolve.
