Azura's POV
We were still lying inside the quiet lace tent. The warm afternoon sun streamed through the sheer cloth above us, casting a soft golden glow over the plush sheepskin blankets.
My body felt heavy, relaxed, and deeply satisfied. Rhydor's broad arms were wrapped tightly around my waist, his chest solid and warm against mine.
His steady heartbeat echoed in my ear, a comforting rhythm that reminded me I was no longer fighting this world alone.
I closed my eyes for a moment, breathing in the scent of rain, cedar wood, and our blended bond that still hung heavy in the air.
The bond between us hummed softly under my skin, like a warm current running through my veins.
"What's her name?" Rhydor asked softly.
I felt a low rumble in his chest as his deep voice broke the peaceful silence. I shifted against his arm, lifting my head off his chest to look up at him.
His amber eyes were soft and full of gentleness as he looked down at me.
