The night was quite serene. Annabelle had a soft smile on her face as she walked beside her Darling beneath the bright moonlight. It fell over them like silvery curtains, turning every step into something gentle and dreamy.
They walked through the plaza of the market, where several bards played their instruments. Warm melodies drifted through the air while townspeople enjoyed their leisure time after a long and tiring day of work.
Several campfires were lit around the plaza. Their warm glow provided heat to the people nearby, protecting them from the harsh wind that signaled the final days of the month. The cold carried a bite that crept under clothes if one was not well covered.
Seeing Annabelle's attire, Adrian quietly slid off his coat. Without saying a single word, he draped it over her shoulders and then pulled her closer to him.
"You should have dressed a little warmly," he said in a gentle voice.
