Concoctions Of Love

Previously

…A shiver traced its way down Zamia’s spine. Binding. Consuming. These were not the gentle whispers of love she had intended to conjure. She had sought to evoke a subtle yearning, a spark of attraction. Instead, she might have unleashed a wildfire. Her gaze drifted to a small, stoppered vial on her workbench. Inside, a single, dried Moonpetal pulsed with a faint, pearlescent light, a captured fragment of moonlight. She had been so proud of her ability to procure such a rare ingredient, so eager to impress Lord Valerius. Now, the sight of it filled