Gilded captive heart

As Eryndor entered his room, his brothers were already waiting, their curiosity evident in their expressions. They inquired about how things had gone, and Eryndor began recounting the events of the evening, starting with the encounter with Kira. His tone shifted as he mentioned her name, and both Lorvik and Zyrell exchanged a look of disdain, well acquainted with the complications that came with her presence.

Eryndor continued to explain the situation recounting how Kira had confronted him and Nova. He detailed their conversation and the unexpected turn of events when Nova had boldly kissed him right in front of Kira. As Eryndor's tail swished around excitedly, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "She kissed me," he announced with a mix of surprise and delight. "Right in front of Kira."

Lorvik's eyes widened in surprise, while Zyrell's grin mirrored Eryndor's. "No way!" Zyrell exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious. "Nova's got some fire in her."

Lorvik leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms thoughtfully. "Seems like she's not willing to back down without a fight," he mused.

Eryndor nodded, his own expression a mixture of wonder and excitement. "Exactly. She's stronger than I even realized. It's like she's determined to make her place here."

The brothers exchanged glances once more, a silent understanding passing between them. Their connection with Nova was evolving in ways none of them could have predicted, and the bonds that were forming between them felt both complex and exhilarating. As they reflected on the events of the evening, they couldn't help but wonder what the future held—both for their relationship with Nova and for the intricate world of Aurium that seemed to shift and change with every passing moment.