Siren Of Tigers: Adrenaline Of Magic And Power

T H R E E

Scene:Inside the castle.

"Aysel was in her room. Her maids were fussing over her, helping her to remove her clothes and jewelry. The maids busied themselves, unpinning Aysel's hair and removing the scarf from her head. The brown candlelights highlighted her features: the high cheekbones, the full lips, the dark eyes that seemed to hold a thousand secrets. When the maids had finished their work, they bowed and left the room, closing the door behind them. Aysel was finally alone, sitting in front of a mirror as she ran a brush through her hair. She wore a black crop top and a brown pajama.

As she continued to brush her hair, she paused suddenly, her eyes narrowing. For a moment, it seemed like she was looking directly at me, her gaze pinning me to the spot. But then she looked away, continuing with her task, and I breathed a silent sigh of relief.

Suddenly, Aysel's lips curved into a small smile, and she brought the chain from her drawer and brought it close to her face, examining it closely. For a moment, it almost seemed like she was... smelling it. As she continued to hold the chain close, a faint blush dusted her cheeks, and her smile seemed to widen. Her eyes were fixed on the tiger stone, her expression soft and almost... dreamy.

She let the chain slide through her fingers, the jewel grazing her skin as it fell, and then she brought it back up to her nose again, inhaling deeply. Finally, Aysel picked up the chain from where it had fallen on the floor and slipped it around her bare waist, the jewel resting just above her hipbone. She then walked towards her bed, the movement causing the chain to sway gently against her skin.

Aysel lay down on the bed, the chain still wrapped around her waist and closed her eyes. I could see the steady rise and fall of her chest as she took deep breaths, her face relaxing as she relaxed into the mattress."

Jimin listened intently as John described Aysel's actions in the castle. With every detail, he could almost see the scene unfolding in front of him, the sight of her in her top, the chain around her waist, the way she had inhaled the scent of the jewel...

He found himself wondering what Aysel looked like with the chain around her, the jewel sitting on her bare skin. The thought filled him with a strange mixture of excitement and possession - the desire to see her wearing his gift, the claim it would represent...

He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, knowing that John had been the one to witness Aysel in her most intimate moment. But at the same time, he was grateful for the information, for the insight into her life.

Scene: Aysel is on her way to the king's palace.

Aysel was racing through the forest, the wind whipping through her hair, the sound of hoofbeats thudding against the earth. She was focused, her mind occupied with the task at hand. But as she rounded a corner, she suddenly came to a halt, her eyes landing on a figure standing in the shadows ahead.

It was Jimin. He was leaning against a tree, watching her with an unreadable expression. Aysel's heart quickened at the sight of him, the way his eyes were fixed on her. She hadn't expected to encounter him here, and she felt a flutter of nerves in her stomach.

"Why are you here? " She got down from her horse.

Jimin stepped forward, a small smile playing on his lips. He looked relaxed, unfazed by her unexpected arrival. "I could ask you the same thing," he said, his voice light and teasing.

Aysel smirked at his unfazed expression.
"I don't take questions. "

Jimin chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Right, of course. My mistake, Your Highness," he said, inclining his head in a mock bow.