Owain smiled sweetly at Liira. Liira felt a sudden shot of attraction ripple down her spine. Owain was a witch, as evidenced by his blond hair, so pale it was almost white. But she knew not what he specialized in.
"I am told you play the harp," Owain said to Liira. "Would you be willing to show me?" This was news to Liira, though she supposed that a Princess would have different skills than a Prince. No doubt her hard work in archery was no more.
"Of course," Liira said, curtseying. Owain held out his arm. Liira took it. As they headed for the music room, she took a closer look at him. He had a strong jaw, hooked nose, and clean shaven face. His arms were not as muscular as she would like, but he was very tall, which she greatly enjoyed. His gray eyes sparkled with intelligence.
The more Liira observed her betrothed, the more she found herself attracted to him. In fact, by the time they arrived at the music room, she could feel herself desperate for him inside her. Owain sat on a stool in the music room. Instead of sitting by the harp to play, Liira sat upon his lap.
"Kiss me," she whispered. Owain smirked.
"Gladly." Promptly, they were lost in a deep kiss. Liira moaned happily as Owain began to fondle her substantial bust. It was taking all her willpower to not remove her dress and ride her betrothed. The thought awoke a sudden concern.
This attraction was so sudden, it could very well be magical. She could be under a spell cast to make Owain irresistible to her. But the question was, who cast it?