"I am saying they have your stubbornness," Soren chuckled, "which means they are already perfect."
A small, genuine sound that was almost a laugh escaped Eris's throat. Soren leaned in, pressing a warm kiss through the heavy fabric of her dress before standing to his full height.
He tucked his chin against her temple, his arms wrapping securely around her shoulders while her hand rested over his.
Above them, a grand blue dragon swept across the stars, but neither of them looked at the sky.
Suddenly, a strange, low sound echoed across the mountains.
It arrived without warning... not thunder, but a deep, hollow vibration that felt as though something vast and heavy had shifted miles beneath the earth.
The glass panes of the balcony doors hummed briefly. Down in the city, the fireworks continued, the music played on, and the citizens laughed, completely unaware of the subtle shake.
Eris's fingers tightened over Soren's hand. "Was that thunder?"
