Seated beneath the sheltering tree, Aron and Rose reveled in the tranquility of their brief respite. The distant sounds of laughter and music had been replaced by a sense of calm, allowing them to delve deeper into their thoughts and desires.
Just as they were beginning to find solace in each other's presence, a faint noise caught their attention. Panicked voices and hurried footsteps echoed from the direction of the central dwelling. Aron and Rose exchanged a glance, their curiosity piqued.
Before they could comment on the commotion, a deafening horn resounded through the air, followed by a cry that shattered the peace. "Enemy attack!"
Rose let out a weary sigh as she rose to her feet, her graceful movements indicative of both disappointment and acceptance. She looked down at Aron, her gaze softening. "Our moment of rest was indeed brief, but I appreciated its tranquility," she confessed.
