Azrael did not waste another moment before he approached Ashelia, leaving her no space to process her thoughts or anger.
"Your reputation precedes you, lady Ashelia," he remarked with his usual smile which made her nostrils flare. "A fair young lady whose beauty is unrivaled in all of Dalniar."
Ashelia managed an amused huff. She was tempted to ask if that was why he had wanted to kidnap her when he first saw her but she held her tongue.
She let slip a sweet smile. "Surely not, your Grace, I'm certain there are far more beautiful women than I am."
Azrael's lips curved into a knowing smirk. "Hardly," he countered, before he quickly took her delicate right hand and brushed his lips gently against her knuckles.
Ashelia's body jolted slightly the moment his soft, full lips made contact with her fair skin. A pleasant tingle raced down her spine.
She swallowed. She knew this was normal among nobles. It usually meant nothing more than a pleasant greeting.
