Zephyrus, the gentle breeze, gracefully swept towards me.
“A lifesaver, a beacon of hope in the darkest of times . . . ” I caught a faint whisper escaping Selene’s lips.
As I gaze into Magnus’s eyes, I am captivated by the multitude of words that seem to dance within them. However, before I can fully immerse myself in their enchanting depths, Zephyrus seizes my hand, pulling me away from the castle’s confines. As we step outside, a peculiar mixture of tears and embarrassment wells up within me, causing my eyes to glisten with an unexpected vulnerability. Swiftly, I reach up to discreetly wipe away any trace of this emotional display.
Zephyrus gently guided me to a plush chair nestled amidst the vibrant blooms of my beloved garden. Before me, a table overflowed with a mouthwatering feast
