"By the way," she said, glancing up at him with a mischievous smile, "you can call me Alina."
Julian turned his head slightly to meet her gaze, his own eyes glinting with appreciation.
"Alina…" he repeated slowly. "What a fine name," he added with a smirk. "Just like you."
Alina flushed but didn't shy away. If anything, she walked even closer, her hips brushing his lightly as they moved.
As they neared the table, all eyes shifted toward them—some curious, others wary. Alina beamed brightly, her energy drawing the attention of everyone instantly.
"Hey everyone!" She chirped, her voice cheerful and full of charm. "Meet my new friend. He's a noble from a nearby viscounty. He'll be joining us."
There was a moment of silence as the group sized Julian up. Arya's gaze lingered a second longer than the others, her expression unreadable.
