Queen Astria's sharp gaze was entirely declined downward at this exact continuous fraction. Her pupils were completely anchored and pinned onto a specific sector of the highly opulent red and gold carpet spanning the floor, where crimson droplets were smoothly descending through the open space.
On the alternative side, Len's facial features remained absolutely flat and calm. His framework harbored zero internal realization of the warmth of the blood flowing past his wrist, or the deep trauma scored by that rigid friction.
His concentration bypassed his physical discomfort entirely, centering solely across Astria's sudden physical instability.
During those initial, brief fractions of seconds, Queen Astria too had failed to comprehend the exact density of that trauma.
Yet, within a matter of a few brief moments, an incredibly low, sweet, and piercing fragrance commenced drifting through the chilly air of the quiet room. It was the smoldering essence of fresh blood, rendering the density of the entire chamber heavily weighted in a flash.
The exact continuous fraction that familiar, intoxicating aroma breached past Astria's senses through her breathing, a violent shock thrashed through her framework. A sharp, electric vibration surged straight up her spine.
Attempting to stabilize her dissolving composure, Astria pulled her heavy imperial strides backward by two full paces with sudden velocity.
Without yielding a single fraction of a second, she elevated her slender palm, completely cloaking both her lips and her nose beneath her fingers, as though her intellect were desperately trying to bar that drifting aroma from charting a path deeper inside her frame.
Yet, the currency of that fragrance was so absolute that her chest commenced tightening, and she began encountering severe distress even in drawing a normal breath. A terrifying, supernatural metamorphosis was actively reconstructing within the depths of her eyes.
Those pupils of hers, which until now anchored a stunning depth of ocean blue or clear sky blue, were systematically shifting under the pull of that bleeding attraction, converting entirely into a burning, vivid crimson red. A raw, primordial hunger surfaced vividly through her gaze.
Len still harbored zero awareness of the blood escaping his frame or the trauma tracing his skin. Observing Astria's sudden, heavily compromised and volatile state, he advanced the velocity of his strides forward.
Moving directly into her immediate perimeter, he packed a layer of genuine concern into his eyes, demanding in an incredibly soft pitch:
"Exactly what has thrashed your framework so suddenly, Astria? Why exactly is your composure warping into this state of distress?"
Beholding Len advancing into her personal sector in this manner, the dread anchoring inside Queen Astria scaled higher. Refusing to alter the position of the hand masking her lips, she gathered her heavy drapes and rapidly forced her strides even further backward across the floor.
She was actively fighting to distance her framework away from that shedding blood
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Len remained completely oblivious to the core catalyst of this entire event, because even while executing her retreat, Astria refused to break the alignment of her burning crimson eyes; her gaze remained rigidly locked onto the drops of blood marking that luxurious red and gold carpet beneath their frames.
Navigating through the muddle of his intellect, Len advanced his steps once more, arriving dangerously close to Astria's immediate position.
Beholding this, without displacing her hand away from her lips and nose even a single fraction, Astria released a constrained, heavy, and breathless command into the air:
"Stay away from my frame, Len! Lock your steps right there and distance your existence from me!"
Because Astria's mouth and nose remained tightly sealed beneath the barrier of her fingers, those syllables slipped past her frame in a highly muffled, distorted, and unclear cadence through the open air. Len failed to comprehend her panicked words accurately.
Knitting the lines across his brow deeper, Len tilted his neck a fraction and delivered in an incredibly puzzled pitch:
"What exactly are you attempting to articulate within that muffled cadence, Astria? Can you simply detach your hand and speak with absolute clarity? My intellect completely fails to process your words."
The momentum of Len's strides was entirely bypassing containment now. Failing to process the exact catalyst behind Astria's panic and distorted cadence, he advanced dangerously close into her immediate sector, systematically erasing the final residual perimeter between them within a single fraction of a second.
Pinning his gaze straight onto her volatile features, he elevated his primary hand with absolute smoothness, directing his fingers toward her masked countenance as he delivered:
"Your existence desires to articulate something to my frame, Astria... whatever matter is harvesting this intense chaos within your spirit, simply deliver it with absolute and direct clarity."
Trailed by his syllables, Len's fingers smoothly connected with Astria's icy skin, which until now anchored completely beneath the shield of her own hands.
Utilizing a microscopic upward pressure of his fingertips, he commenced elevating her countenance higher, forcing her features toward his alignment so his intellect could chart the exact reality shifting within her gaze.
Driven by that sudden, unyielding touch, the desperate grip guarding Queen Astria's composure loosened a fraction. Yielding to the physical force forcing her neck upward, she involuntarily detached both of her palms completely away from her face.
The exact fraction that velvety shield dissolved, Len's deep pupils locked straight onto Astria's eyes, which had systematically shed every single trace of their ocean blue depth, transforming entirely into a terrifying, burning crimson.
The vivid glare radiating from those crimson pupils was so absolute that it rendered the silence of the chamber a fraction heavier. Yet, Len refused to allow a single line of dread or shock to warp his features.
Instead, he deployed a highly swift velocity, elevating his opposite hand to clamp his fingers securely around Astria's waist, pulling her frame a fraction closer to his stature with a subtle jerk. Their frames now anchored within immediate proximity of one another.
Across Len's lips, that timeless, soft, and velvety smile reconstructed fully once more. Gazing straight into her compromised features, he murmured in an incredibly low pitch:
"Can my existence deliver a singular, brief observation to this burning front of yours, Astria?"
Len's intense proximity alongside the piercing crimson aroma escaping his frame was completely bypassing Astria's remaining tolerance at this hour. Marshalling the entire density of her residual focus, she anchored the palms of both her hands straight against Len's solid chest.
She exerted a sudden physical momentum, attempting to push his frame a fraction away from her immediate stature to compromise the direct pull of that intoxicating fragrance. Pulling her neck backward, she delivered in a rigid, highly frustrated pitch:
"Whatever your spirit desires to articulate, deliver those syllables instantly and establish your imperial distance away from my frame!"
The burning crimson pupils charting her eyes flared with a parallel streak of wrath and desperation at this continuous fraction. Hardening her cadence a fraction more, she threw her smoldering irritation into the open air, adding:
"If your defiant intellect has finally harvested an absolute awareness of exactly how much distress this trauma of your wrist is directing toward my stature... then mend this bleeding flow and repair your wound this instant! My framework is encountering an immense, unyielding friction from this piercing fragrance of yours!"