As the grand palace of Verathia was enveloped in the shadows of evening, Prince Alistair Valenridge retreated to his chambers. The day's events had only intensified his preoccupation with Lady Elara Davenwood. Her image, her laugh, and the way her eyes had momentarily met his had become an obsession that he could not shake. He paced his opulent room, the richly appointed surroundings a stark contrast to the turmoil within him.
His chambers were decorated with fine tapestries and ornate furnishings, but they felt more like a gilded cage than a refuge. Alistair's mind was fixated on one thought: Elara. He had to be meticulous in his approach. His feelings for her were more than mere infatuation—they were rapidly morphing into a dangerous obsession. He knew well enough that while love could be perilous, obsession had the potential to consume him entirely.
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