Azura's POV
Right in front of us, sitting in a small, private open space surrounded by tall trees, was a beautiful setup.
High up in the branches, thin white lace and light cloth had been tied together, hanging down to the ground like a glowing tent.
Golden rays of the afternoon sun shone through the cloth, filling the whole space with a soft, warm light.
On the ground inside the lace tent, there were thick, soft blankets and big cushions spread out everywhere.
In the middle sat a wide basket filled with sweet red berries, grapes, figs, and a wooden cup of sweet juice.
"Rhydor..." I gasped, turning my head to look at him.
"How did you do all of this?"
A proud smile touched his lips as he looked down at me.
"The servants helped me while you were resting in my room. I wanted this moment to be special, Azura. Not rushed in a dark room, but here... in the forest where we first met."
