James stayed in his room, idle and under the watchful eyes of the elves, who didn't even try to hide their surveillance.
He didn't mind, though; he had his own ways of gathering information without needing to step outside.
Lying on his bed, his thoughts wandered to the elven warrior and their earlier encounter. A sly grin crept onto his face. 'I bet she's tossing and turning, thinking about me.'
Night had already draped its shadow over the kingdom as the elves carried on with their routines before settling in for the evening.
'Let's see what's going on,' he thought. With a simple act of will, he activated the Aegis of Aspects, sharpening his vision to see through the enchanted walls.
His gaze roamed the halls of the royal palace until it landed on the one he was looking for.
Freya.
But she wasn't resting like he had assumed.
The elf was walking down a hallway, heading toward a room. James tracked her every step, his eyes lingering on a specific spot.
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