"The path… it is as if the gods themselves have blessed our journey."
The moonlight bathes the winding path in an ethereal glow, casting long shadows that dance and sway with each step Rhys and Clio take.
"Uhm…" The princess can't tear her gaze from Rhys's broad back as they trek in silence, his muscular frame cutting an imposing silhouette against the silvery landscape. Clio wanted to say something to Rhys, but she did not really know what to say at this moment.
Her heart just pounds, her emerald eyes tracing the contours of Rhys's shoulders. She finds herself mesmerized by the way the moonlight glints off his inky hair, creating an almost otherworldly aura around him. The air feels charged with unspoken tension.
