Iris was sure there was something wrong with her. Butterflies filled her stomach as she looked at him. She couldn't take her eyes off of Lord Kieran and didn't want him to stop talking to her. He was beautiful in a dark way, she supposed. Before she met him, she had always thought that darklings were hideous to look at. But now, after living in Asnar for two years, she knew better.
His cerulean eyes were framed by thick lashes, and his moonlit silvery white hair looked smooth to the touch. She had also noticed that he was really tall and she could barely reach his shoulders when they were walking together. Even his voice was mesmerizing to hear.
When he said that he was leaving to fulfill his obligations to protect his land, she was somewhat disappointed. A part of her wanted to be near him. Thankfully, he rejected her request to come with them, which would mean she would have enough time to sort out her thoughts without being wary of his presence.