Eilika placed her hand in Damian's steady palm as she stepped down from the carriage in the market square. Almost instantly, a thunderous boom echoed above, and her head snapped toward the sky.
Vivid bursts of crimson and gold light blossomed against the dark sky, reflecting in her widened eyes. Caught up in the sudden magic of the night, she began to clap along with the cheering crowd, her face lit with a genuine, girlish wonder.
Unbeknownst to himself, a soft smile carved across Damian's lips as he watched her.
In that moment, he didn't realize he was captivated by his wife's joy.
"Did you hear? There's going to be a drama performance!" Eilika exclaimed, turning back to him with a radiant grin that brought him sharply out of his thoughts.
In her excitement, her hand instinctively found his, her fingers lacing through his own. "Let's go before it gets too crowded!"
