After a while, Ira's breathing had calmed considerably. She was much more rested now, though she remained comfortably in Leon's arms, her body still pressed against his.
In her mind, thoughts swirled with significance and weight.
I've taken this step now. There's no going back from this. I've chosen my partner.
It wasn't another Pyrrhan warrior as tradition would dictate, but a human—someone from an entirely different world with different customs and different strengths.
Her heart still hadn't fully settled on the weight of her decision.
Loving someone was easy, but things that came along were not so much. Anxiety crept through her chest despite the warmth of his embrace.
She looked up at him, her crimson eyes meeting his mystical gaze directly, searching for something she desperately needed to find there.
"You're not going to leave me, are you, Leon?"
Her voice came out smaller than she'd intended, vulnerable in a way she rarely allowed herself to be.
