Andrew leaned against the rustic wooden arch marking the entrance of the bustling market, his eyes fixed on Melody. She was a vision, her grace and quiet strength emanating from every step. She confused him, fascinated him, and completely enthralled him. In his eyes, she embodied the essence of the Goddess herself. She was life.
He followed her as she guided him through the entrance, her small hand trembling slightly in his. Sensing her unease, he gave her hand a gentle squeeze, offering comfort without words. "I'm here," his touch seemed to say.
The market buzzed with activity, but Andrew couldn't ignore the murmured whispers trailing behind them.
"She is supposed to be damned by the Goddess." "She doesn’t have a mate." "Have they been courting?" "How is she going to be a Luna and aton
