As the night wound down and the coronation festivities began to wane, Leonard and Ophelia quietly excused themselves from the grand hall.
The soft murmur of the remaining guests and the gentle strains of music faded behind them as they made their way through the opulent corridors of the castle.
Leonard's hand was warm and firm in Ophelia's, a silent promise of the night ahead.
Ophelia's designated guest room was situated in a quieter wing of the castle, away from the bustling celebrations.
As they approached the door, Leonard's heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and reverence.
This moment had been a long time coming, and every second felt charged with an intensity that only years of longing could build.
Leonard opened the door for Ophelia, and she stepped inside, her eyes bright with excitement and a hint of nervousness.
He followed her, closing the door behind them with the click of the latch, sealing them away from the world outside.
