After their soothing boat ride, the couple strolled through the garden under the soft glow of the moon. They shared a comfortable silence; they didn't need to speak. The gentle clasp of their fingers and the rhythm of their footsteps on the gravel conveyed everything they felt. The conversations of the night—filled with important revelations and quiet plans—had settled between them, replaced by a deep sense of happiness. The night air was cool and calm, and the grand estate around them lay in peaceful stillness.
Before long, they reached the point where they would part ways to their separate rooms. The long, quiet hallway ahead was a reminder that their magical evening was coming to an end.
Nero turned to face Khione, holding her hands gently. Though her skin was cool, he felt warmth where they touched. "Good night, my ice queen," he said softly, his voice warm in the quiet night.
