Inside the cosy confines of her tent, Cecilia anxiously awaited Daemon's arrival. The air was heavy with anticipation, and her heart raced with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. Today was the day of the hunt, a day that held significance not only for the realm but also for her own heart.
As she glanced around the tent, the soft flickering light of the candles illuminated the delicate lace curtains that adorned the entrance. The scent of wildflowers mingled with the earthy aroma of the forest, creating an intoxicating fragrance that enveloped the space. It was a sanctuary, a haven where her thoughts and emotions could roam freely.
