🕊𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 🕊
The soft murmur of the fountain echoed through the palace gardens, where moonlight bathed marble statues in silver. Evelyne stood under the weeping willow, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her gown. “You’re late,” she whispered, though her voice was more breath than sound. “I had to avoid the guards,” came Caelum’s low reply. He stepped out from the shadows, his armor left behind, dressed like a commoner to avoid notice. But no disguise could hide the way her heart raced at the sight of him. They met in secret, always under the cover of night—each meeting a stolen piece of forever in a world that would tear them apart. “I had a dream last night,” Evelyne said softly, her hand resting against his chest. “You and I, on the coast of Theralis. Free. No titles, no duties.” Caelum closed his eyes. “I dream of that too. But dreams are all we have.” “No,” she said, firmer now. “We have this. Tonight. You. Me.”
О 🕊𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 🕊
The soft murmur of the fountain echoed through the palace gardens, where moonlight bathed marble statues in silver. Evelyne stood under the weeping willow, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her gown. “You’re late,” she whispered, though her voice was more breath than sound. “I had to avoid the guards,” came Caelum’s low reply. He stepp...Читать больше