Years passed, and Ethan's farm became known throughout the kingdom for its bounty. The annual harvest festival, once a modest village affair, now attracted visitors from far and wide. On the evening of the festival, the palace hosted a grand celebration in honor of the bountiful harvest.
Ethan stood beside Seraphina, watching as the villagers and nobles danced and celebrated together. The king approached them, a proud smile on his face. "You have brought prosperity to our kingdom, Ethan. Your hard work and dedication are an inspiration to us all."
Ethan bowed his head. "Thank you, Your Majesty. But I could not have done it without the support of your family."
As the night wore on, Ethan and Seraphina slipped away from the festivities, walking hand in hand through the fields. The moonlight cast a silvery glow over the crops, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of harvest.