Boartusk Heights vengaza es dulce

Qvasir inclined his head, his golden eyes resting on Agrippina as she spoke. There was more to her than met the eye—sharp intelligence, a keen awareness of her surroundings. It lingered beneath the quiet demeanor she wore, like the undercurrent of a still river.

You’re perceptive, Agrippina, he said, a faint smile touching his lips. More than a servant, I think. You see things others don’t. It wasn’t idle praise; it was an acknowledgment, spoken with the weight of a man who rarely gave such openly.

He straightened, his gaze flickering toward the direction she’d indicated. I’ll find her—Paloma. Thank you. His voice was firm, his tone warm with appreciation.

Turning, he began to move away, though he cast a glance back at her, as if to acknowledge her one last time. A silent promise lingered in his stride: her efforts would not go unnoticed.

exit qvasir;) thanks for the thread!