As the preparations for battle continued, the bond between Liora and Milton deepened. Their shared moments, filled with laughter and camaraderie, gradually transformed into something more profound. In the quiet glade where they often found solace, the air crackled with unspoken tension, and both felt the magnetic pull toward one another grow stronger.
One evening, after a long day of strategizing with the coalition, Liora and Milton returned to the glade, seeking a moment of respite. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the landscape. The world around them felt suspended in time, creating an intimate atmosphere that enveloped them.
As they settled on the soft grass, Liora turned to Milton, her heart racing. "Alaric," she began, her voice barely a whisper, "there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about."
Milton's gaze intensified, his blue eyes reflecting the shimmering moonlight. "What is it, Liora?" he asked gently, sensing the weight of her words.
"I've never felt this way before," she admitted, her cheeks flushing. "With you, everything feels different. You've awakened something in me that I can't ignore."