Zita and Eryndor's romance blossomed in secret, hidden from the prying eyes of the court. They would steal glances at council meetings, their hands touching briefly as they worked together.
But whenever they were alone, they couldn't resist the pull of each other. They would meet in hidden gardens, secluded corridors, and quiet libraries, their lips meeting in passionate kisses.
Zita had never felt this way before. She was used to being strong and independent, but Eryndor made her feel vulnerable and alive. She loved the way he made her laugh, the way he challenged her ideas, and the way he looked at her with eyes that seemed to see right through to her soul.
As the days turned into weeks, their affair deepened. They would spend hours talking, sharing their dreams and fears, and exploring the hidden corners of the palace.
One night, as they lay together in a hidden room, Eryndor turned to Zita and whispered, "I love you." His voice was low and husky, and Zita's heart skipped a beat.
"I love you too," she replied, her voice barely audible.
As they kissed, Zita knew that she was taking a risk. If their affair was discovered, it could mean scandal and ruin. But she couldn't help herself. She was drawn to Eryndor, and she couldn't resist the pull of their love.
As the moon rose high in the sky, Zita and Eryndor lay together, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. They knew that their love was forbidden, but they couldn't help themselves. They were lost in the passion of their secret affair.
The next morning, Zita woke up early, feeling Eryndor's warm body beside her. She smiled, knowing that she was happy for the first time in her life.
As she slipped out of bed, Eryndor reached out and pulled her back. "Where are you going?" he whispered, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Nowhere," Zita replied, snuggling into his arms. "I'm exactly where I want to be."