Chapter 20: His Regret, Her Battle
Morning at Ivory Heights,
The golden rays of the sun kissed her pearly skin, bathing her in a soft glow. Her hazel eyes sparked like scattered stardust filled with pure delight. Her pink lips curled in a surprised gasp, widening in happiness as the kite continued to soar higher into the endless sky.
Around her, the children cheered, their exclamation ringing through the air, their tiny fingers clinging to her dress in admiration.
The gentle breeze fluttered the hem of her yellow floral dress, her silky, long hair locks swaying, grazing her flawless shoulders.
But then confusion flickered in her eyes as the string slipped through her fingers, the kite spiraling out of control.
A mischievous boy giggled, proudly revealing the severed string in his small hands.
And then, it happened.
She laughed, a sound so pure it could make anyone fall for her. She glowed so radiantly that she made the golden sun bow before her.
The children joined her, unbothered by the lost kite, basking in the joy of the moment.
Alaric's breathing was steady, but his chest tightened as the dream twisted into something darker.
Aveline was still there.