'A deep earthy scent... rosewood, and something akin to the dying embers of a wildfire...' Neveah's mind revisited that enticing scent for the hundredth time.
She had only realized in this moment of silence that she had taken such detailed note of his scent.
' Was that always what His Grace smelled like?... Why had I never noticed it? Such an enticing scent was hard to miss...' Neveah thought to herself in a mix of awe and disbelief.
It was an intoxicating mix of scents that had somehow etched itself into Neveah's mind and Neveah had tried to shift her thoughts to more pressing matters, but for the life of her she just could not tame her own mind.
'What had Alessio's scent been like?' Neveah found herself wondering.
Neveah could hardly even remember it anymore, she realized.
Least of all now, when another scent completely clouded her mind, so vivid in her memory that Neveah could practically smell him at this exact moment.
