"I'm coming with you," Sophia declared, her voice calm but unwavering, as the discussion about Sienna-Rose's departure to the Fangride Mountains came to an end.
Sienna-Rose turned toward her wife with a furrowed brow and concern etched plainly across her elegant features. The weight of the journey ahead, filled with danger and unknown threats, sat heavily on her shoulders.
Even the captain of the guard, standing nearby with a report still clutched in his hand, had fallen completely silent, unwilling to interrupt a moment charged with both tenderness and tension.
"My love," Sienna-Rose began, her tone softer than usual but laced with worry, "the Fangride range isn't just wild—it's crawling with beasts, treacherous paths, and pockets of unpredictable magic. I can't, in good conscience, bring you into that." She reached for Sophia's hand as if hoping to persuade her through touch.
