Twenty-three
Zaccheus and Nadazhda walked out of the castle with him holding her hand affectionately. The moon was bright to its fullest as the stars complemented the beauty of the moon. The breeze blew its wind gently, making her rub her shoulder to keep her warm. Zaccheus noticed this and removed his coat before putting it on her. Nadazhda drowned in his jacket as his scent assaulted her buttoned nose. She closed her eyes and sighed satisfactorily because she felt warm and comfortable.
When Zaccheus saw her snuggle his jacket, his face beamed happily before they continued their journey to the woods. The rustling of the leaves was soothing as the dry leaves crackling made her giggle.
"Where are we going?" Nadazhda asked again while she tried to touch a beautiful leaf to feel the textur
