*Aloria*
The night wraps around us like a soft blanket, the whispers of the inn fading into a comfortable hum. River and I step into our room, the warm light from the flickering candles casting dancing shadows on the walls. My heart races, not just from the anticipation of tomorrow, but from the electric energy that hums between us, a reminder of our deepening bond.
“Here we are,” River says, his voice low and soothing, as he closes the door behind us. The sound echoes softly, sealing us away from the rest of the world. I take a moment to soak in the room… a large bed draped in rich fabrics, a small fireplace crackling softly in the corner, and a view of the moonlit landscape outside. It feels intimate, private, just for us.
“Do you think they’ll be okay?” I ask, my voice barely above a
