The Sinful Young Master

Chapter 61 An Alluring beauty

Suddenly, as if sensing his presence, she turned her head and locked eyes with him.

Jolthar froze.

For a moment, the room seemed to be still, the music a distant echo compared to the intensity of her gaze. A slow, sly smile curled her lips, and she raised her goblet slightly, as if in toast.

"Jolthar," she called out, her voice low and silky, laced with amusement. "I see you've decided to grace me with your presence."

Caught, Jolthar stepped hesitantly into view, his usual bravado faltering under her piercing gaze. She leaned forward slightly, her posture casual yet predatory.

"Tell me," she began, her voice teasing, "did you come to gawk at the sights, or..." She trailed off, her smile widening as she took another sip of her wine. "...perhaps you've come to join me?"

Jolthar's throat went dry, but he forced a smirk onto his face, masking the turmoil inside. "I was just passing by. Didn't mean to intrude."

Her laugh was soft, almost musical. "Intrude? Oh, darling, you don't intrude when you're invited." She gestured toward the mattress with a casual flick of her wrist. "Come, sit. Or... lie down, if you'd prefer."

He hesitated, unsure of how to navigate the situation, but before he could respond, she chuckled again and waved dismissively. "Oh, another time perhaps. Tonight, I have no room for strays."

Her words were a taunt, but Jolthar caught the subtle challenge in her tone. She was testing him, watching his every reaction.

"Take him to his room," she commanded one of the nearby servants, her attention already drifting away.

The servant stepped forward, but Jolthar held up a hand, stopping him in his tracks.

"Don't bother," Jolthar said, his voice steady, though his heart was racing. "I can find my own way."

Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and strode out, his back straight and his head high. He could feel her gaze lingering on him as he walked away, but he didn't dare look back.

Once he was safely out of sight, he exhaled deeply, his shoulders relaxing. The encounter left him rattled, but he couldn't deny the strange pull she had over him. Her aura was magnetic, dangerous, and he knew she was far more than she seemed.

He reached his room and closed the door behind him.

***

The Sandorme Estate, a sprawling estate nestled amidst rolling green hills, exuded the quiet dignity of the Kaezhlar clan.

In the chambers of Lorryll Kaezhlar, the eldest son of the clan, his wife Liliana sat on the veranda, her delicate features illuminated by the soft light of the evening sun.

The veranda overlooked a lush garden, meticulously maintained by the estate's many groundskeepers.

Liliana's dark hair was tied back in an intricate braid, strands of silver jewellery interwoven within it, glinting faintly in the fading light. Her emerald green dress, embroidered with gold thread, shimmered as she shifted slightly on the cushioned bench.

Behind her stood Sey, her ever-faithful maid-in-waiting, a petite woman with sharp eyes that missed nothing. Sey's hands trembled slightly as she clutched a letter, its parchment sealed with the unmistakable sigil of the Naemarys main house—a coiled dragon encircled by a wreath of flames.

"My lady," Sey began, her voice cautious yet steady, "a letter arrived this evening from the main house."

Liliana turned her head, her expression calm yet expectant. With a graceful gesture, she extended her hand, and Sey stepped forward, placing the letter in her palm.

Liliana inspected the seal for a moment, her brow furrowing slightly.

Then, with a faint hum of mana, she waved her other hand over the letter, dissolving the magical binding that protected its contents. The air shimmered briefly as the magic dispersed, and the seal crumbled into fine ash.

Unfolding the parchment, Liliana read the letter in silence. Her emerald eyes darted across the words, her expression betraying nothing until she reached the final lines.

A small, knowing smile curled her lips.

Once finished, she folded the letter, moulding it into a tight ball. As it rested in her palm, it ignited in a burst of controlled flames, burning away without leaving even a trace of ash.

"Sey," Liliana said softly, her tone carrying an air of authority, "prepare for our departure. We leave in two days."

Sey nodded quickly, already anticipating the flurry of preparations that lay ahead. "Yes, my lady."

***

Outside the towering walls of the Baron's manor, the scene was a mixture of emotions and subtle tension. The sun hung low, casting long shadows across the courtyard.

Lady Cleora stood tall, her regal demeanour a practiced mask, though the lines at the corners of her lips betrayed her exhaustion. She was flanked by her two children. Nora stood to her mother's right, her arms crossed and her gaze fixed sharply on Jolthar, while Roblan, to Cleora's left, kept his head bowed in silent shame, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.

Lady Maena, her presence commanding as ever, approached Cleora with a deliberate grace, her silver black hair glinting faintly in the sunlight. She turned to the Baroness with a measured smile, her eyes briefly scanning the children before addressing Cleora.

"Once I have my talks with the clan, we will proceed further about our arrangement," Maena stated, her tone neutral yet laced with a subtle authority that left no room for argument. "Until then, I will take my leave, Lady Cleora."

Cleora inclined her head respectfully, the weight of gratitude evident in her movements. "Thank you again, Lady Maena, for bringing my son back safe and sound. Words cannot express my indebtedness to you and your men."

Maena waved a gloved hand dismissively, her tone almost dismissive. "A debt of duty, not kindness. Ensure the arrangement proceeds without complications."

As Maena's piercing gaze flickered to Jolthar, she hesitated for a moment, her expression unreadable, before she turned sharply on her heel. Her men, clad in their dark matte armour, moved with synchronised precision as they followed her, the rhythmic clinking of their gear echoing in the courtyard.