The night descended over Valor City like a veil of dark velvet, punctuated only by the shimmering diamonds of the stars. High above the sleeping streets, tucked away in the pinnacle of The Sky Citadel, a heavy, silver moon hung in the center of the panoramic window, casting a cool, ethereal glow over the bridal suite. It was a light that sought to witness the end of a six-year journey.
Yet, as radiant as the moon was, it could not compare to the soft, porcelain-smooth skin of Sarah Lacy. As she lay nestled within the deep crimson silk of the wedding quilt, the moonlight traced the elegant curve of her shoulder and the delicate line of her jaw. The stars themselves seemed to dim in the presence of her eyes—dark, liquid pools brimming with a mixture of shy longing and the lingering echo of
