As they rode out of the forest, the last light of day clung to the horizon. Not far ahead, a lively town awaited, its rooftops catching the sun's fading glow.
Surrounding it were golden wheat fields, dotted here and there with the silhouettes of workers hurrying to finish their tasks and return home after a long day.
"We'll stay here tonight."
She gave a slight nod, her eyes still fixed on the sky.
Dorian leaned slightly, following Rosalind's gaze.
In the distance, over the mountains, only a few remaining rays of light lingered, slowly fading into the sky.
Rosalind had watched many sunsets like this before. But here, in this land of endless mountains, where the distant peaks remained blanketed in pristine snow, the transition between day and night held a certain kind of poetry.
A quiet beauty that could stir even the most guarded hearts.