Luvia's lovely voice echoed through the dusty tower chamber, but Luka's hand stopped before taking his teasing any further. He could still see the exhausted rider's horse being tended by the grooms. The silver banner of House Alverain remained stalwartly beside Babylon's flag, fluttering softly in the wind.
'There's too much to think about...'
The fact that Amol was nowhere near ready for battle, the idiotic knight of the Queen, the dark elves coming for Luvia, and a future that became more uncertain with each day.
'Enough.
Luka pulled away slowly, drawing his hands from her plump thighs with a faint reluctance.
Her golden eyes narrowed almost instantly as she chased him.
"W-What's wrong? Did I do something to upset you?!"
"No, Luvia... I have to see someone."
"Who!?"
"Mildred."
The moment she heard the woman's name, Luvia's face lost some of its colour, then contorted into obvious displeasure as the room instantly lost its warmth.
"That strange woman?"
"Yes."
