As the dawn broke over the peaceful countryside, Maris and Lucan approached a small, secluded village nestled between lush, rolling hills. The village was a world apart from the bustling capital they had left behind—a quiet place, where life moved slowly, and time itself seemed to breathe easy.
Maris inhaled deeply, feeling the freshness of the air fill her lungs. She turned to Lucan, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement. "This is exactly what we needed," she said, her voice full of warmth. "A place far from the academy, from the capital, and from all the responsibilities that seem to follow us there."
Lucan nodded, glancing around with his usual calm. Words floated into the air beside him: "It's perfect. We'll be able to live simply and quietly until the time comes."
