Dark Enchantment

Chapter 14.5

The practice room bathed in the warm glow of the afternoon sun, its golden rays filtering through delicate lace curtains. Eira, lost in the enchanting notes of her violin, felt the melodies resonate with the very essence of the room. The tranquility was abruptly interrupted as a servant entered, moving with purpose.

"Lydia," the servant began, offering a respectful bow. "Lord Aldric requests your immediate presence at the Fete. It's hosted by King Darian, and he insists you join him."

Surprised by the sudden summons, Eira couldn't help but wonder how Aldric had known where to find her. The servant, however, offered a knowing smile. "Lord Aldric mentioned that based on your earlier conversation, he had a feeling this is where you'd be."

As Eira followed the servant through the grand corridors, she couldn't shake the memories of her unsettling encounter with King Darian. The air was thick with unspoken mysteries, and she approached her quarters with a mix of curiosity and unease.

On her bed lay a gown provided by Aldric, its colors mirroring the vibrant hues of the Albion court. The fabric shimmered in the sunlight, catching hues of gold and azure, reminiscent of the colors of the Albion court. Lydia's fingers traced the intricate patterns, marveling at the craftsmanship.

"Could you style my hair in the Albion court fashion as well?" Eira asked the maid.

She nodded, her nimble fingers pulling and weaving Eira's hair into intricate braids. As she revealed her work, Eira couldn't help but be reminded of home. Freya used to help her braid her hair before practice. The nostalgia wrapped around her like a familiar cloak, and for a moment, she yearned for the comforting presence of home.

Ready and resplendent, Eira descended to find Aldric waiting. His eyes widened with appreciation as they met hers. "You look almost not completely out of place by my side."

Eira gave him a sweet, fake smile. "Congratulations Aldric, that was almost a compliment."

Aldric offered his arm to Eira, a gesture of refined courtesy. "You know, Lydia, I'm usually accustomed to receiving compliments rather than offering them. It's not a skill I've had much practice with, but I suppose I could learn. Perhaps if you graced me with more compliments, I could see how it's properly done."

Eira took his arm, letting out an exaggerated sigh, feigning exasperation. "Oh, Lord Aldric, you poor soul. I'm afraid my compliments are reserved for those who truly earn them. Perhaps if your performance tonight is truly exceptional, I might consider sparing a kind word or two."

Aldric hummed. "I always endeavor to impress, Lydia, thus my acclimation for flattery. I'm sure your discerning judgment will not be easily won, but I'm up for the task."

A playful glint sparked in Eira's eyes. Before she spoke, she subtly and intentionally stepped on Aldric's foot. "Aldric, you know, you never apologized for stepping on my foot the other day."

Aldric winced but recovered with a grin. "One might argue it wouldn't have happened if you weren't so woefully distracted on the dance floor."

Eira feigned innocence. "Well, consider it payback."

As they ambled through the gardens, Eira couldn't help but recall Arin's mention of Aldric's family and their playful dynamics. "You know," she mused, "Arin did mention that your family back home was quite accustomed to dramatics. It seems it runs in the blood."

Aldric smirked. "Keeps things lively, I suppose."

Her attention was momentarily captivated by the swirls of magical light illuminating the night, but as Aldric's eyes flickered toward a particular group of courtiers, the festive ambiance dimmed in Eira's perception. She hadn't immediately recognized the figure standing amidst the courtiers, but Aldric's subtle nod revealed their destination – the Dark King.