Aria and Niko continued tidying Elian's chamber, the atmosphere between them grew lighter.
The earlier conversation about love still lingered in the air, weaving a thread of hope into their daily routine.
Aria moved around the room with grace, her hands skillfully fluffing the pillows, adjusting the blankets, and wiping down surfaces. Niko, meanwhile, swept the floor with an almost playful rhythm, his steps light as he twirled the broom.
Their banter flowed as naturally as the breeze through the open window.
"Maybe you're right," Aria said with a small smile, placing a vase of fresh flowers on the windowsill. The fragrance of lilies filled the air, softening the room. "Maybe love doesn't care about the past. I mean, look at Elian. Who would have thought he could find someone like Prince Izan?"
