The moon hung low in the sky as David and Vivian quietly made their way out of the graveyard, leaving the solemn headstones behind them. The cool night air brushed against their skin, and the sound of their footsteps echoed softly on the cobblestone path leading back to the castle. David walked with a measured pace, his hand still gently holding Vivian's, but he couldn't help but notice the way she occasionally glanced back, her steps slowing as if reluctant to leave.
Sensing her hesitation, David tilted his head slightly, his eyes filled with curiosity as he looked down at her. "Is something wrong, Vivian?" he asked, his voice gentle but laced with concern.
Vivian paused, her gaze lingering on the path ahead before she looked up at David. There was a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, but beneath it, something else—a quiet yearning. "Do we have to go back to the castle, Young Master?" she asked softly, her voice almost hesitant, as if afraid to voice her desires.
