The moon hung high in the night sky, its silvery light spilling over the landscape like liquid silk.
As Yves and Alterain walked away from the gathering of knights, the soft sound of trickling water greeted them, growing louder with each step.
They soon found themselves at a small stream, the water glistening under the moonlight, creating a mesmerizing dance of shimmering reflections. The gentle ripples disturbed the surface, sending sparkles scattering like stars across the dark canvas of the water.
Yves stood at the water's edge, gazing into its depths, the reflection of the moon wavering with the current.
The leaves rustled softly with the wind breeze, while the air was filled with the distant hums of the nocturnal creatures.
Alterain stood behind the fourth prince, wondering why the sudden change in his treatment.
Finally, Yves broke the silence.
