[Inside the Carriage — Continuation — On the Way to the Vault]
Levin did not realize when his body leaned forward again, his forehead rested lightly against Zeramet's chest, and his fingers still curled into the fabric of his robe, as if grounding himself in something real.
Zeramet's hand moved slowly over his back.
Once, then again.
Steady and reassuring.
"You are alright…?" his voice lowered, brushing against Levin's hair.
Levin nodded faintly.
"…Yes."
But he did not move away. Zeramet noticed. A faint warmth touched his gaze as he lowered his head slightly, pressing a soft kiss into Levin's hair.
For a moment, neither spoke, only breath, only closeness, and only the quiet rhythm of two hearts finally in the same place again.
Levin lifted his head slowly, their eyes met, and the world narrowed.
No empire, no war, and no throne.
Only him.
Only them.
