Ariana's face drained of color as she tried to calm her racing thoughts.
What had she done? Why had she come here? Why couldn't she follow instructions? A sane person was supposed to be scared—run, hide, anything—but she had been too curious to see what was behind the door. Just why?
She curtsied respectfully, still a little dazed at how this figure had managed to reach for her hand earlier without her noticing.
"I am quite surprised my brother didn't inform you about this, but since he didn't, I'll take the honor to notify you—no one is allowed in here," his voice was calm.
Ariana nodded.
She noticed that although there was a slight resemblance between the two, they were completely different. While Zavren had cold grey eyes, this man's eyes were brown and deep—almost approachable. His hair was light brown, quite the contrast to Zavren's ink-dark strands. He was handsome, but Zavren's looks outshone his by far.
But most importantly, why was she thinking about that now?
