Chapter 80: Horror

Esteria sat in her dimly lit room, the quiet hum of the night broken only by the soft rustling of parchment between her fingers. She traced the edges of the letter, heart fluttering with an odd mixture of excitement and longing. El-kharis' handwriting was familiar, the elegant strokes unmistakably his—each one felt like an imprint of his presence. As her eyes landed on the first words, she could almost hear his voice, deep and steady, resonating in her mind.

"Esteria, my heart..."

Her breath hitched. It had been weeks since she last saw him, she continued reading, her fingers trembling slightly as she absorbed each sentence.

"I've been watching over the veil, as always, ensuring nothing can harm our people. But my thoughts often drift to you—your soft skin, your sweet smile, those bright hazel eyes that light up my world. How I long to hold you again."