"Oh, Aurelion, you have seen it," she said, her voice light and cheerful, though laced with unmistakable pride. "Aiden Nightshade—my dear daughter' husband—walked into those trials like he owned them. Poor Voss never stood a chance. The boy was toying with them. It was almost cruel how effortless it looked."
Valerica Stormvein let out a low, appreciative whistle, leaning back in her chair so that her full breasts strained against the torn red fabric. Her toned abs flexed visibly as she crossed her arms under her bust, pushing them up further. "Handsome and dominant? Now that's a combination I can respect. The way he moved—confident, precise, that smug little smirk on his face the entire time… I wouldn't mind sparring with him myself. See if he can keep up with real combat magic." Her golden eyes gleamed with battle-hungry excitement, a playful grin spreading across her lips.
