✨ Poem: "The Flame in the Tower" ✨
Beneath the moon's soft silver lace,
A heart awakens, a hidden grace.
Chains of fate and dreams entwine,
Where shadows kiss the edge of time.
The wind may whisper, the stars may weep,
But love—oh love—runs dark and deep.
Through broken vows and burning skies,
Two souls shall meet, where truth never dies.
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"You've got to dress up now, the butler's bringing your food soon."
Eva's voice was brisk yet soft, her crimson lips curving into a knowing smile.
"Yeah…" Ariel murmured, her tone still fogged with sleep.
Moments later, the door opened, and in stepped Butler Chun, a silver-haired man whose ageless aura carried centuries of wisdom. A tray floated in his hands as though the air itself respected him. The aroma of warm bread, rich herbs, and buttered seafood drifted through the room like a spell.
"Good morning, milady," the old man said with a deep bow, his voice gravelly yet graceful.
