Aether and Nightfire were now walking a few steps behind Nyx Shadowfall, who was calmly striding down the cobblestone street as if the world around her simply didn't exist.
Her movements were a vision of poise and grace. Each step was measured and elegant, her hips swaying with quiet confidence. Her hair fluttered softly in the wind like silk being pulled by an unseen hand. Everything about her presence screamed perfection — the kind of effortless perfection that made people stop and stare.
She was a perfect woman in every possible sense — at least if one judged from the outside.
Nightfire shot a side glance at Aether, her eyes narrowing. "Remind me again... why exactly are we doing this?"
Aether smirked slightly without looking at her. "I need to know more about my wife."
