"You seem well, Seraphina," Kaelion greeted.
"Of course, brother."
"And this is…?"
When Kaelion inquired, the elf behind Seraphina gave a polite bow.
"He's my lover—Aegnor. He works as an artisan in the metal engraving here in the capital," Seraphina said.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness. My name is Aegnor," the elf introduced himself.
"Aegnor. Thank you for looking after Seraphina. It must be tough for you to handling such a wild girl, right?"
"Oh, come on, brother!" Seraphina pouted with hands on her hips, puffing out her cheeks.
Even with that expression, she was still undeniably beautiful—her strong-willed nature only adding to her charm.
The elf named Aegnor chuckled warmly at her reaction.
There was a refined gentleness and calm in his demeanor that brought Kaelion a sense of relief.
It seemed this man Aegnor genuinely loved Seraphina just as she was—a rare kind of person.
