A Friend Worth Fighting For

A Friend Worth Fighting For

When Tharros entered his chamber, a soft smile crossed his lips as his eyes landed on the peaceful, sleeping face of his soon-to-be wife. She looked so calm, so beautiful, lying there like she belonged in his arms.

He quietly pulled off his boots, then removed his shirt before carefully climbing onto the bed beside her. As if sensing his presence, Nyxoria instinctively moved closer and rested her head on his chest, breathing in deeply like she was finally at peace.

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Nyxoria’s Dream:

She found herself standing alone in the ruins of a palace. Silence stretched in every direction of the ruined throne room as she waited for Ora to come but when she didn't she decided to call out her name, trying not to raise her voice up.

“...Ora?” she called out softly.

She called the name again, and just like that, the veiled woman appeared beside her without a sound. Nyxoria stepped back a little, putting some space between them.