Zephyr or rather, Zephyra blinked slowly with her purple eyes fixed on Klaus's masked face.
She didn't want to let this chance slip through her fingers.
This man... he disliked her, and that was enough for her. That single fact made him more precious than anyone else she'd ever met.
It really didn't matter if he was a commoner, a noble, or even if he was somehow part of the Demon Lord's blight spreading across the continent.
She wanted to marry him.
She wanted to actually stay with him openly, for all this need for stalking from shadows to finally stop… Why couldn't she just be with him like those three other women who traveled at his side?... Why did she have to hide and watch from rooftops when she could simply walk beside him?
Eli crackled to life above her head with the spirit's golden form illuminated by the residual purple light that had lit their section of the night sky like harsh fireworks.
The magical glow cast dramatic shadows across Zephyra's delicate features.
