The next evening was calm, the skies of the God Realm painted in hues of lavender and gold. Sara sat in the celestial gardens, the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant hum of starlight blossoms soothing her. Despite the chaos of the past few days, her thoughts were serene, centered on one person—Ignatius.
She heard the familiar sound of footsteps behind her and turned to see him approaching. His golden eyes softened when they met hers, and she felt her heart skip a beat.
"I thought I'd find you here," Ignatius said, his voice low and warm.
Sara smiled. "It's becoming a habit, isn't it?"
He chuckled, taking a seat beside her on the stone bench. For a moment, neither of them spoke, content to sit in the quiet company of each other. The air between them was charged with an unspoken understanding, a connection that needed no words.
After a while, Ignatius broke the silence. "You seem more at peace today."
Sara nodded, her gaze fixed on the shimmering flowers before them. "It's hard not to be when I'm with you."
Her words hung in the air, and she felt his eyes on her. Turning to meet his gaze, she found herself lost in the depth of his expression—tender yet intense, as though she were the only thing that mattered in the entire realm.
"You have no idea what you do to me, Sara," Ignatius said, his voice barely above a whisper.
She felt a blush creep up her cheeks but didn't look away. "Then show me."
He didn't need further encouragement. Leaning in, he captured her lips in a kiss that was both gentle and passionate. Sara melted into him, her hands finding their way to his shoulders as he pulled her closer.
The world around them seemed to fade, the only reality being the warmth of his touch and the fire ignited between them. Ignatius's hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin as though she were something fragile and precious.
When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads rested against each other, their breaths mingling.
"I never thought I'd feel this way," Ignatius admitted, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "But with you, everything feels right."
Sara smiled, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "You've made me feel things I didn't think were possible, Ignatius. I don't want this to end."
"It won't," he promised, his voice firm. "Not as long as I have a say in it."
They sat together, the moments stretching into eternity as the stars began to twinkle above them. There was no need for words; their hearts spoke for them, weaving a story of love that transcended their roles as gods.
For the first time, Sara allowed herself to dream of a future where duty and love could coexist, a future where she and Ignatius could stand side by side—not just as allies, but as two souls bound by a love as eternal as the heavens themselves.