Underneath the maroon canvas of the evening sky, the silhouette of Flaralis, a magnificent dragon of ancient lineage, roared into the ether.
Astride this majestic beast were two figures, bound in an intimate embrace, their bodies pressed close against the chill of the evening winds.
Rowena sat tall and graceful in the saddle, her hands firmly holding the reins of the dragon while her back found comfort and warmth against Asher's chest.
She was making Flaralis fly slowly on purpose so that she could enjoy this moment with him longer.
Asher wrapped his arms around her slender waist, his fingers interlocking at the base of her lean stomach. His breath, warm and steady, caressed the nape of her neck, sending shivers down her spine.
His eyes, however, couldn't help but take in the vast expanse of the kingdom spreading beneath them.
