A heavy, suffocating silence hung in the air, enveloping the room. Then Rosalind noticed Belisarius's intense gaze fixed upon her, his eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and amusement. His question jolted her from her thoughts. "You're not going to say something?" he inquired, his voice laced with intrigue.
Rosalind arched an eyebrow, trying to decipher the meaning behind Belisarius's actions. Should she express gratitude for the sudden surge of warmth in the room? "Thank you for the heat," she replied, her words laced with a touch of sarcasm. "But I'm not particularly interested in your affiliation with the Blaize family."
