The Serpent Scale Soarer was a silent predator against the vast, brilliant blue canvas of the heavens. It moved with a speed and grace that was intoxicating, leaving the rugged, patchwork landscape of the State of Yue to shrink into a hazy map far below.
Yue Lingshan leaned her entire body against Wang Jian's back, a position that had become both familiar and deeply comforting. Her arms were wrapped securely around his lean, powerful waist, her cheek pressed against the fine, dark grey fabric of his new robe. She closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation of flight, the wild rush of the wind whipping through her hair, and the unshakeable, solid presence of the man she loved.
She felt safe. She felt cherished. She felt… alive.
"Jian," she murmured, her voice a warm, melodic hum that he could feel vibrating through his back. "Are you certain this is alright?"
