That night was filled with warmth and passion, a culmination of their sacred union. Aengus had embraced both Bella and Aria, marking their first night as husband and wives in the grand nuptial chamber.
The air still carried traces of their lingering affection, the silken sheets entwined with the scent of intimacy.
As the late hours stretched into the deepest part of the night, Aengus slowly opened his eyes. His gaze fell upon the two women resting peacefully against him—Bella's fiery locks spread over his chest like a cascade of flames, while Aria's silver strands shimmered softly in the moonlight. Their expressions were serene, yet he knew that beneath the surface, their hearts were heavy.
Carefully, without disturbing them, he moved their heads from his chest and sat up. The moment he did, a cool breeze slipped through the open balcony, as if the world itself knew of his impending departure.