With Dylan and Dravaris deliberately left behind to stand guard over Rowan, ensuring he could enjoy himself without interruption—Zalyric finally allowed his attention to wander. Reassured by their presence, he stepped away just enough to give himself the freedom he needed, his gaze sweeping the surroundings with a clear purpose.
But it did not take long before his eyes found Magnus, the man who had long been his rival when it came to Rowan's affection.
Magnus was on the balcony, separated from the bustle below.
He looked entirely at ease as he leisurely sipped his wine, one hand cradling the goblet while his left rested behind his back with practiced elegance. The afternoon breeze caught the edge of his robe, making the fabric dance softly around him, as if frame him in effortless grace.
From where Zalyric stood, the scene was unmistakable. Magnus appeared unbothered, confident, and dangerously comfortable, a sight that only sharpened Zalyric's focus as he watched him.
