In the days that followed, Aren explored the kingdom again.
But wherever he went, he always returned to the library tower.
To Elira.
One evening as the sun painted the sky gold, Aren held her hand gently.
"You know… the spell that bound me to the pendant was powerful."
Elira nodded.
"But I think something stronger broke it."
"What?"
He smiled.
"Our enchanted attachment."