Bab 463: Goodbye

"Your Highness," Oriana attempted to interject, her words a gentle plea, but Arlan, fully immersed in the intensity of the moment, appeared impervious to her protests and rationale.

Engaging her in a fervent kiss, Arlan's hand moved with purpose to the back of her head, deftly removing the headwrap that enveloped her and releasing the cascade of her long locks. His determination was palpable, his grasp unwavering as he sought to anchor her to him without relent.

Oriana, caught in a whirlwind of confusion, couldn't fathom why Arlan was behaving in such a manner, especially at a crucial juncture when they needed to confront the looming threat of the witch. Yet, his actions spoke louder than her unspoken questions.

'What has come over him?'