Ciara's lips twitched into a smile. His request was unexpected, whimsical, and utterly charming. She couldn't help but be drawn to his infectious enthusiasm. "Very well," she said, her voice laced with a playful lilt. "Lead the way, my bold knight."
Galen, his eyes sparkling with delight, extended his hand towards her. Ciara, her heart skipping a beat, placed her hand in his. He gently pulled her closer, his touch sending a shiver down her spine.
They stood there, under the watchful gaze of the moon, their bodies swaying to an invisible rhythm. Galen, with a grace that surprised Ciara, led her through the steps of a waltz, his movements fluid and elegant. Ciara, initially hesitant, soon found herself lost in the magic of the moment. She laughed, her laughter echoing through the stillness
