Return of the General's Daughter

It wasn’t Alaric who was waiting for her. No, it wasn’t just him. Three more gentlemen in dashing doublet and brocade cloaks were pacing outside the house.

When they heard the huge wooden door open, their heads turned in the direction of the house.

All four froze on the spot when they saw Lara descending the few steps of the stairs at the main entrance.

Alaric’s breath hitched. He knew that Lara was beautiful, but he never thought she could be this beautiful, especially when wearing a gown and having a pretty hairstyle. Her cheeks had a taint of blush, and her lips were a little redder than usual.

Did she put on lipstick? But when he looked closer, her lips looked very natural.

Alaric could not help but his gaze lingered a little longer on her exposed neck and chest. She was wearing a silver chain with a white oval-shaped pendant made from topaz.

’Why did she have to wear such a dress with a low neckline? Damn!"

"Sis," Percival managed to regain his composure first and stepped forward, a protective gleam in his eyes as he extended his arm toward Lara. But just as his fingers were about to brush against her, Prince Alaric emerged with an air of princely confidence, positioning himself smoothly in front of Lara. With a charming smile, he offered the crook of his arm, a subtle yet unmistakable invitation that drew her gaze.

Percival frowned and wanted to complain. The tension that hung in the air grew thicker, making it hard for someone nearby to breathe.