The dusk had arrived ushering the peaceful evening the Goddess of the Sun and Moon endowed as the stars above radiate the glittering speck of wishes that weren't fulfilled.
"I came here not to stop you, and instead to inform you that a war is about to happen. You shall see my kingdom will fall... for it is the fate of an incompetent Goddess like me." Before Marget could touch the silver knob of the door, Arion held her wrist dragging her around the corner this time.
Her cold trails of breath overshadow his warmth, face to face against each other telling her. "I know and I understand. I don't care about fate or destiny, and instead, you should regret bringing me here..." His stern eyes looked just below her, down her bosom where their eyes couldn't meet.
"Why...?" Marget turned and also
