[Elora]
Once back at their house, Vernon and Sylas led me into a quiet chamber adjoining their private quarters. The flickering candlelight cast soft shadows that danced on the tapestries, creating an atmosphere of hushed intimacy.
“You can sleep here tonight,” Sylas started. “Unless you would rather stay in our room.”
Vernon turned to me, his eyes meeting mine, deep and steady.
"Many wonder how two vampires can remain married for centuries, Elora," Vernon said quietly, his voice a profound whisper that resonated with the weight of ages. "But our bond is more than tradition. It’s a choice. Every day, through every trial, we choose each other, renew our vows not just with words, but with action. With every dawn, every shared responsibility, every challenge we face."
Sylas nodded, his h
