"So you were watching,"
Seraphielle said softly as her golden eyes locked onto Farah's. Farah stared back into her eyes, and he could tell that there was no aggression, no effort, or no particular emotion in them.
There was just… a silent inevitability.
A firm, natural belief that what she was doing was correct.
Farah could also tell that right now, the woman wasn't talking to him—she was trying to converse with… him.
But…
No answers came.
He wasn't answering.
But that didn't affect her. Her expression did not change. If anything, her stillness itself became heavier—grace distilled into silence.
Until finally—
After giving him enough time to respond—
"Still silent?"
She called.
There was no anger, no irritation, or no vanity in her voice. There was just… a calm authority. A strange charm that seemed to truly believe that the very Universe was supposed to change its way if she wanted it to.
It was… quite amusing to watch.
