Nova's POV
I woke up feeling like I was riding the moon.
That sounds ridiculous, right? But that's the only way I can describe it. Light. Floating. Soft. Magical. Like the world had decided, just for a moment, to stop being cruel and complicated, and instead cradle me in the gentle arms of something right.
I opened my eyes slowly, not because I was tired, but because I wanted to savor everything. The scent of pine and something warm and smoky—Eldur's scent—clung to the room like a spell. The golden morning light filtered through the curtains in ribbons, dancing across his pale walls.
And there he was.
Eldur Daegon.
Sleeping beside me.
