Amidst the barren and lifeless land, two magnificent tents stood tall and proud at a considerable distance from each other.
The tents belong to the Rosewell and Gilles families.
Despite the desolate surroundings, the tents seemed to exude an aura of grandeur and importance, almost as if they were the only bastions of life and hope in the midst of death and despair.
Inside the Rosewell tent,
Leah and Yelena reclined on a plush couch; their eyes closed.
Her grandfather sat on a throne, and a maid sat on his lap, delicately feeding him berries.
The air was thick with anticipation as they waited for the event to begin.
*Honkkkkkkkkkk*
A horn resonated across the land, ruffling the still air.
The old guy rose slowly, his actions slow and deliberate, before reaching out to grab the maid's waist. He drew her closer and laid a lingering kiss on her lips before leaving the campsite.
