Embers In The Snow

lossoming of a

Pyrovale. She moved with caution, her silvery cloak fluttering in the cool evening breeze, and each step pressed fresh prints into the powdery snow. It had ta

territory, untouched by either kingdom, a place where shadows whispered of ancient treaties and forgotten alliance

His dark hair fell loosely around his face, and his eyes softened when they met hers. The tension melted away as

ut charged with a powerful energy, "I

ay the cold clinging to her skin. "We shouldn't be here," she murmured, though h

lightly over her skin. "Then let us stay here a little

leeting encounters, they planned futures filled with laughter, imagining lives they could never truly have.

ngs in Neut

ous than a mere scandal-it could mean war. They spent their nights weaving tales of an impossible life, of a love they knew

her hand, his gaze intense. "Lira, if you asked me, I would l

kingdom, in his fire-bending abilities that marked him as one of Pyrovale's strongest warriors. And she, too, held her duty to

pered, squeezing his hand. "I love you

ed between them like an invisible barrier. They knew their mee

icion: Danger

to ripple through both kingdoms. In Frostveil, whispers of Lira's sudden absences stirred c

ad nothing to do with the winter air. Her father, King Aric of Frostveil, aw

, Lira?" His tone wa

lking through the woods. The snowfall was bea

angers lurking, not only in Pyrovale but within our own wall

er father's suspicions would grow with each unexplained absence. Worse yet, s

desperately, we hav

the risks only seemed to make each embra

desperately, we hav

the risks only seemed to make each embra

Loyalty

im before. They had spent too many nights watching over their shoulders, too many hours questioning how l

, I want you to know that my loyalty lies with you. Not my kingdom,

e had known warriors and leaders who spoke of loyalty,

he replied, clutching his hands. "Whate

It was a bond stronger than steel, forged not by words but